Wow, I can’t believe I haven’t posted anything in a week! Since we weren’t going away, and we weren’t hosting a big family get-together, I didn’t really think Christmas would be very disruptive. I was all kinds of wrong.
Christmas itself went reasonably smooth. We ate. We drank. We made merry. And I was up early the next morning, offering to go out and get coffees and stop at the grocery store, etc. I cooked more food. I taught the kids 322 ways to crash a drone. We had a great time, and then the two days of gluttonous celebration were over, and I planned to get myself back on track. I did not get myself back on track.
Instead, I spent the next two days barely able to move. I hurt all over. I had zero energy. I had, if possible, less than zero motivation. I didn’t leave the house. I slept half of Wednesday and pretty much all of Thursday, and finally felt human again on Friday. And this morning (Saturday) I woke up early and went to a Weight Watchers meeting so that I could weigh in and see what the damage was.
I gained 1.7kg (3.75 lb) since last Saturday. So that’s not great, but if I’m honest, it’s less than I expected. As I was driving in I was thinking I might’ve put on between 2 and 3 kg. So I’m back up to 177kg (390 lb), and it’ll probably take me a couple of weeks to lose it. Was it worth it? Yeah, I think so. Although I wouldn’t say no to a slightly less decadent Xmas feast, the reality is that what I eat (and drink) over those couple of days isn’t nearly as important as what I eat the other 363 days of the year.
Happy holidays, y’all!