Angelism: “Holidays = sweaters & fat pants!”
The holidays are always challenging. It’s my favorite time of year, yet the most difficult. I love parties, visiting with people, sharing gifts, and creating memories. Additionally, I like to enjoy all the food and drinks that come with these holiday moments. The sluggish, lethargic feeling of fatness that is the result of Halloween through New Years really pisses me off. I never seem to get through a holiday without packing on pounds and losing my cardio strength. It has me frustrated yet again.
I know many of us suffer like this during this time. It’s almost like an annual free pass to just get a little fat and say, “Fuck it!” I guess I should be grateful I at least fit in my fat clothes. My rolls may be spilling over my jeans but they button so that’s a plus! My boobs may be forming a tri-tit in the front center of my bra but at least it still wraps around my back and fastens. Getting dressed in yoga pants and sweaters seems OK at least during this time. The average American apparently gains about ten pounds between Thanksgiving and New Years. I have not weighed myself but I’m confident that is an accurate estimate. You would think after ten months of eating right, working out and drinking minimally that a two month splurge wouldn’t be so hazardous to my health. Turns out everything good is bad and the holidays remind me of this again and again.
I’m torn! In my head I am thrilled to start a New Year. I look forward to filling up my schedule with fun plans and setting goals to get organized and start fresh. The energy I have to do things right from day one of a new year is amazing. I tell myself that no matter how lazy I am during the holidays I will get focused come January 1st! However, until January 1st, I sit here feeling fat daily. All I want to do is drink a bottle of wine, eat some apple pie with ice cream, and watch movies while cuddling under a warm blanket near the fire. Despite my anger towards these eight weeks of laziness, I find comfort in the delicious homemade foods, fancy sweet beverages, yummy desserts, and endless treats. This comfort continually blinds me to the fact that every bite I take will add another dimple on my ass and another roll on my waste. In the moment while eating, I’m not thinking about how hard it will be to fit in my denim, or how many miles I will have to run to burn off this new muffin top; I’m focused solely on how many lazy cuddle days can I spend indoors, stuffing my face, while lounging in my pajamas. The reality always hits me the Monday after all the holidays are over and I have to get back in the real world and work. That day is awful!
Soon I will be saying, “Bye, bye pecan pie… see you next year.” Until then all I can do is embrace my holiday chub. Maybe next year I will set a goal to start November off ten pounds under my usual weight so I can eat the foods I love and not feel this chubby after. I’m getting too old for this shit!
Happy Holidays!!! 🙂