Some weeks ago, pastaqueen had this entry about considering not admitting a weight gain and if there was a week to lie on the blog about weigh in, this is it.
But I'm not going to. Today I weight 219, that's a three pound gain. Oy. C'mon, I even ran for an hour on Christmas Day! Last year I lost weight during the holidays. But here's the thing. Unlike pastaqueen, I have not yet declared the holidays over. I still have my company holiday party this Saturday, and my husband and I throw our annual Christmas party in late January. After that, we take down the tree and declare the holidays over. So I still have three weeks to post an overall holiday loss. Just to tell you I'm not lying (would somebody who posted a three pound gain after a 2 pound gain start lying now), here's a link to when I declared the holiday eating season over last year. Note date.
Hey, at least the fat % is down to 45. And my measurements haven't budged. The ol "cousin from the country" (do people really still call it that) is [excuse mode] due any day now [/excuse mode off]. I had a lovely fruit and yogurt breakfast. And I was pretty stupid this past weekend. First, on new year's eve, I worked out like a horse, on a very small breakfast and nonexistent lunch. When I showed up to meet my friends for an afternoon new years toast (it was midnight in Paris, after all!), I had an apres-workout ravenous hunger that could not be satisfied. I stuffed myself silly with french pastry and such. Even the next day I felt bloated, like people normally feel after Thanksgiving dinner. What was I thinking? I wasn't.
OK, forgive myself and move on. The holidays are not yet over; I still have the challenge of two major parties ahead of me. Which means I still have the opportunity to beat this holiday eating thing.