Holiday Gluttony

Tis the season to lose any type of workout routine I was in and pack on the lbs. Seriously, nothing grinds my gears more… except for fluffing the branches on the Christmas tree. It’s like why buy a winter coat when I can just eat my way to one. I believe whales refer to that as blubber. Infuriating, yet it could possibly happen. I constantly tell myself ‘come on Lizz, get it together and stick with it. You’ll regret it later when you’re sweating balls on the treadmill.’ The battle never ends, I tell ya. What is so hard about sticking to it? Well, let me tell you.

First there’s Thanksgiving… nothing says obese American quite like Thanksgiving. We make it a patriotic duty to shove our faces with as much food as possible on that day and we’re proud of it. Sure, I’ll have a slice of pumpkin pie and pecan pie, oh and don’t forget the extra side of diabetes. I truly will never understanding eating to the point of being so full that one literally has to unbutton their pants. Am I guilty of this, yes. But that doesn’t make it right. It’s quite disturbing if you ask me.

It’s almost like there’s no turning back after Thanksgiving because then it’s full fledge holiday time. You have this party one day, a work party the next night, mix that with cocktails and hor d'oeuvres and your 1,500 calorie day just skyrocketed to 3,000 protruding calories. And naturally these parties happen to fall exactly at the time I would be working out… so there goes that days workout. #firstworldproblems. And then there’s your co-worker who brings in a huge tray of cookies because she was in the holiday spirit and got carried away with the sugar cookies and icing. How can one resist such perfect snowman cookies? I can’t.

And then once you think you’re in the clear after Christmas comes New Year’s Eve… why eat 1,500 calories when you can drink them? Isn’t that how you usually ring in the New Year? Makes for one hell of a hangover, and 9 times out of 10 it’s not worth it, but magically year after year I never seem to learn my lesson… except this year. Fingers crossed I actually stick with that.

If you’re in my (gravy) boat, you know that it’s no fun falling off the workout bandwagon, but it’s even less fun to try and get back on it once you’ve fallen. I truly do my best to make working out a priority even if I can only spare 20 minutes that day. Even when I think I’m too tired to work out some nights, I know I will regret not doing it at all just to get a little more sleep that night. So, as I sit here yawning and thinking about holiday Oreos I’m still going to go home and hit the mill tonight, sweat balls, and be much happier when I’m done. It’s worth it.

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