Kicking my holiday food hangover

Seize the moment…remember all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert.
~ Erma Bombeck

You don’t need a New Year to start a resolution, you just need a Monday.
~Anonymous

I decided to eat whatever I wanted over the Christmas holidays.

It’s a HOLIDAY after all, and haven’t I worked hard all year and deserve a treat?

So, I did. And I had fun.  Oddly, the meals were not a challenge for me – all my choices were well-balanced and filled me up.  It was the snacking. Boxes of Himalayan pink sea salt & caramel chocolates, homemade cookies, bowls of cashews, cheese/crackers/sweet pickles, eggnog and Kentucky bourbon, Shocktop, Kronenbourg, Oyster Bay… SO GOOD going down.

I’d go to bed with a food hangover, wake up in the middle of the night with a food hangover, come to in the morning with a food hangover…what’s a food hangover?  To me, it was an overall feeling of blergh. Partly it was a full stomach, but mostly it was like every cell in my body being in distress.  I felt thick. Tingly. Sore. Swollen. My heart would race occasionally.  In other words, nothing really good.

And as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I would claim “NEVER AGAIN!!”  By midday I’d be feeling better, and would happily overdose while playing board games, watching movies, or just because it was there.

I let myself enjoy these past two weeks, only to cause blergh-ness. The overindulgence of sugar, fat, caffeine and alcohol culminated in one giant yuck-fest. Yet…oddly I don’t regret it*. Or the 9.5 pounds that came with it. NINE POINT FIVE.  Yep. In, like, two weeks. I swear it’s all that food still in my colon. I’d like to think I’ve learned a lesson??? Hm.

Fun is up. Time to get back to it. Plan of attack:

  • Water. Lots of it. Drinking half my body weight in ounces. Add lemon to that water to aid digestion and cleanse the system.
  • Sweat. My knee is still sore, but I’ve also been using this as an excuse. I need to work around the knee and modify my exercises. Do-over of P90 – Day ONE starts today. Thank goodness for accountability partners. You know who you are.
  • Whole foods, baby!  Weaning off the sugar pops over the next few days and then going sugar-less by the first week in January. Easier said than done, because I know I can eat great meals, but the afternoon cravings for junk will kick in.

The most obvious is to remove the treats from the house. Will send it out into the world with the teenagers for their late-night card games or simply toss it in the garbage.  When I’m on a good roll, it CAN be in the house and I don’t touch it, but currently addicted, I need it gone.

Haha – the funniest part about my plan of attack is that I KNOW all of this. So many of us ‘know’ what to do, how to be healthy, what good choices are…yet we CHOOSE NOT TO.  That’s the kicker.  The true test is acting on making the purported change.  That’s a whole other session on the couch that really hasn’t been examined over this past year for me, and could very well be what’s getting in the way of success… deep thoughts. Stay tuned.

*Okay, the ONLY regret about gaining weight over the holidays comes down to saving face… Doing my January 1st weigh-in – comparing to LAST January – I will now have not ‘lost’ as much weight…  Ahhhh vanity.

Whine. But with no cheese, and actually no wine, either. Boo.

Sooo the scale is gonna kill me.

I’ve gone and committed myself to really HITTING IT for the next three months, and the damn scale keeps screwing with me.

I started the new Tony Horton program, P90, and I’m on Day 12.  The program is not intimidating (I wasn’t sure what to expect as Horton’s previous programs are supposed to be pretty tough), but it still works the bod and causes a bit of a sweat.

I’ve been dedicated in getting the workouts done and eating clean.  I’ve even given my flask to Miz J. and she duct-taped up our stash of road-pops.   The worst nutritional crime has been lasagna one night, and a couple of tablespoons of an Argentinean dulce de leche (so good). One “cheat” cannot have reversed the 3.5 lbs lost to date on the program…and yet… the scale says it has.

So annoying.

And every time I whine about this, there are non-scale victories to share. My pant size has gone down. I have a size 14 pair of black pants I’ve been wearing (I started at a size 20-22 in January 2014), and when I went to buy some thermal outdoor pants from Eddie Bauer, I bought a size LARGE, and they are actually a tiny bit loose.  Crazy.

SO. Yeah. I get it. Stop whining. But I swear to God, I need to drop permanently below 200 lbs and not have the scale be a bloody pendulum!

That is all.