The True Meaning of the Word Blog

I think the sound of the word "blog" is perfect onomatopoeia for chocolate-covered cornflake-over-indulgence.
I am pooped. I had the time of my life preparing Christmas dinner and home for the family but I am depleted and this morning after a lovely breakfast party, misguidedly turned to the aforementioned seasonal temptation as a substitute for a ton of water and a long walk followed by a restorative nap. All that takes time and frankly my inner child got the upper hand before I could whack her on the knuckles, God she is a whiner!
Now its dinner time and I am going to cash in on my last chance coupon. No matter that darkness is gathering and deer hunting season is in full swing and that my red jacket will not have the proper distinguishing qualities to clearly say "human-in-the-late-stages-of-blog". If I don't return is it suicide or just another misdirected effort to make a better choice?