Cheesecake & Flu Bugs

how to get back on track with your diet

 

January 4th. I survived Christmas.

Barely.

They always say that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.  And I agree, it’s pretty damned great.  The music, the shopping, the family rolling into town. Okay, the booze.

This year, Christmas was hectic. And nuts.  Okay a lot nuts.  Like Seinfeld nuts.

I eased into December thinking that I had freaking loads of time to do my shopping and get ready.  I’d stroll through the malls before they got busy, I’d clean my house so that my family barely recognized the place.  I’d be Marth effing Stewart.

Well, December hit and my kid got the flu.  And not just the “Oh, gee, I don’t feel well” kind of flu.  I’m talking full on projectile vomit all. night. long. kind of flu.  For days.

I can still smell puke just thinking about it.

My kid got better.  I sent him to school. And I thought to myself, NOW I’ll be able to get ready for Christmas.

And my kid got the flu.  And not the “Gee, my tummy is a bit upset” kind of flu.  More like the, “Gee, I think I’ll just shit my pants numerous times a day” kind of flu.

He got better. I sent him to school, and I thought, “eff me, how the hell am I going to get ready now!”

On December 23rd we hit the mall with a vengeance, plowing people out of the way like we were linebackers at a football game. We shopped til we dropped and got it done in record time.

And then my kid got the flu.  I’ll spare you the gory details, but girl, it wasn’t good.

We cleaned like maniacs so our family wouldn’t disown us when they came for turkey dinner.  We wrapped presents like it was our job.  I secretly fantasized about going to Cuba and skipping it all.

The family came. It was great to see everyone. We went to movies, played trivial pursuit, got caught up on the latest family gossip.

And then my kid got a cold.

And gave it to me.

And that how December has been.  A whirlwind of shopping and flu bugs, family dinners and bad coughs. And although I have enjoyed the holidays, my body is tired and needs to get back to some sort of routine.

I have eaten far too much cheesecake and drank a few too many paralyzers. And while I do know that my diet hasn’t been THAT terrible, I do know that I have succumbed to the whispers in my ear, telling me that it’s okay to have that extra piece of cheescake, because I’m exhausted and craving some alone time.  That’s why I deserve to have that treat.  I don’t like that feeling.  Of justifying eating crap because I haven’t gotten time to myself. Or because I’ve been busy. Or because I have my period. Or because my legs are hairy. That kind of behavior is a slippery slope for me. It’s kind of an addiction thing.  And for me, Christmas is like being an alcoholic at an Irish wake.  It never ends well.

When those whispers come I know it’s time to get my ass back in gear and start working again.

It’s just time.

As January rolls out the red carpet to a new year, I think I will buy into that whole New Year, New Me stuff that everyone secretly snickers at. Sometimes it’s good to press the old reset button and take a moment to refocus. People often joke about New Years Resolutions, but maybe they’re a good thing. Maybe they remind us that we are, after all, the one in control.  We can make changes to our lives if we truly want.  Changes can be made any day of the year though, not just after Christmas when your skinny jeans don’t fit. Change any day. Change every day.

Take some time to think about what your goals are for the next few months.

And get rid of the cheesecake.

Well….maybe one more piece won’t hurt. 😉  My legs are kind of hairy. That’s a good excuse, right? 😉

Do you have goals for the new year? What are they?

Cheers to your success!

shadow-ornament

mompreneur fitness

 

Jody Zarn

 

 

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