I told Regis I was going to write a letter to myself about my obsessive Thanksgiving planning and cooking. I'm sure he felt like rolling his eyes, but what he said was that it wouldn't help. It comes on me so gradually that I don't notice until all of a sudden, I am reaching for the brownie recipe at 8 o'clock the morning of Thanksgiving because someone mentioned chocolate.
Christmas is always much less stressful. I get it out of my system, I remember how tired I was, and Christmas is a much less traditional meal.
My goal is to prevent the obsessive, bug-eyed Teresa from coming out.