I don't get as upset as I used to about it...heck, the whole reason it happens is because I spend the fall eating my way around the country, making it back home just in time for Thanksgiving and Polish Christmas (I don't know where the Poles found all of that butter, but I swear everything we eat is sauteed in the stuff...and it is SO GOOD). I eat and drink well, spend time with family and friends...the concentrated social aspect is justification for the indulgence, and I'm totally over beating myself up for it.
That being said, I'd really like my pants to fit again.
So, in a valiant effort to reboot? I jogged (easy 2 miles) on Sunday morning. Brunch with the girls, and an evening power yoga class. Two in one day! Rawr!
But that's not all - this morning, when the cat woke me up at 5:30am (little bastard) I decided to bite the bullet. That's right...I headed back to the gym.
(It seemed like a great idea at the time.)
Fast forward 16 hours later. I am a chilly lump, even with the cat on my lap. Only about 10 minutes away from my pjs and a hot cuppa, I'm feeling pretty victorious with the last 24 hours even as I wonder how I'm going to haul my sore muscles up the stairs...and the thought of doing it again tomorrow? Ouff...seems well nigh impossible.
But I'm feeling better for having shaken things up a little bit...for having reined in some of the holiday's excesses, and having found a new outlet for, well, a bit of excess.
- Wool insoles.
- Almond steamers. Dessert in a cup.
- Quinoa and over-easy eggs.
- Stories written by friends.