Me Sloth. Me full. Me eat too many cookies. Me ingest way too much sugar. Me feel slovenly, and me no longer capable of speaking in full sentences…oh wait, it’s coming back.
Whew, that was pretty scary there for a minute. So I’ve been gone for a week or so, and in that time, I celebrated Christmas with all the Families (I sound like a mafioso; I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you), worked a ridiculous sum of hours starting Wednesday and continuing straight through to yesterday, consumed more sugar than I have in the past three months combined, and worked out a grand total of twice in the past two weeks. Wah, wah, wahhh.
I miss my gym more than I can say. I feel gross, and my teeth hurt. I’m also completely exhausted by 7 p.m. every night and have passed out on the couch on several occasions. Case in point: last Thursday, the Hubby couldn’t even rouse me from my slumber to get me to go to bed. He tried, I waved him off because I didn’t have the stamina to climb the stairs. I blame the sugar, the work, the lack of exercise, and myself for doing too many of the wrong things and too little of the right things. Just to be clear, I’m not beating myself up over this. I ate and drank too much for a week or so; no big deal. Life goes on. Besides, it’s not like I snatched candy away from babies….well, except that one time, but believe me, he’d had enough.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself and all the excess which accompanies the holidays, but I’m over it now and ready to feel energized and a little bit more sane again. Just a little bit though because full sanity is unobtainable for me, and I like a touch of crazy. Not throw the fine china at the wall crazy, but dance parties with the nephew crazy. It keeps things interesting.
Before I jump back on my clean eating train, I want to share my holidays with you by way of photos because I still don’t have enough energy to write. Truth be told, it takes brain power to form words, and my brain is shot, so pictures it is.
Now I realize y’all showed your holiday goodies last week, so you’re probably over it by now, but I didn’t and I’m not. Plus, what’s one more holiday post in the grand scheme of things, realizing this “just one more” mentality is exactly how I got myself into my current sloth like predicament.
In all honesty, I didn’t eat too badly over the holidays. I had a couple of rich dishes, a piece of candy here, a slice of chocolate torte there, but all things considered, I was really fairly good. The real damage came after the holidays, when I was back at home with all the sweets bestowed upon me from family, friends, and coworkers.
Now, I don’t normally keep sweets in the house because I have some self-control issues, but these were gifts and homemade ones, nonetheless. I realize those take effort, so I ate them all; yep every one and I didn’t take a single picture either. Apparently my subconscious didn’t want photographic evidence of the mounds of candy consumed. I did it though and while I enjoyed each and every bite (alright maybe not the last five), I don’t think I can eat another cookie, cake, sugar dipped whatever for at least a week. Maybe even two. Even the Hubby shares my pain. Last night for dinner all he wanted was vegetables. Instead we ate the last of our leftover pizza (not homemade….gasp) and PB&J.
Fruits and veggies come tomorrow, in triplicate.
Did you enjoy the holidays, and are you so over them now? Or are you just getting started? Or did you eat in moderation this whole time? If so, you are a saint, and I will nominate you for sainthood (or whatever that’s called).