Can’t Wait to Gain Weight for the Holidays?

Everyone gains a little weight around the holidays, right? With all the parties, the dinners, the drinks, the sweets, the drinks, the caroling, the drinks, et cetera, it’s hard not to overindulge.  For those of us with limited willpower, it’s impossible.

Last year I gained the usual 5 or 6 pounds between November and January.  No biggie.  Only this time it didn’t come off on it’s own.  I noticed in April it was still there and consciously started limiting my indulgences.  I normally eat pretty healthy and exercise pretty regularly, so a little modification usually brings me results.  By August, in clear denial, I asked my doctor if I could stop by to weigh myself because I was sure the scale at my office needed to be calibrated.  He reassured me that I looked great and had no need to worry when I weighed in at 6 pounds more than my 15-year normal, which was exactly my weight at 12 weeks postpartum.  I was perplexed. Could it be that my metabolism was finally catching up with my age?  It was as if my body woke up on my 37th birthday last October and decided to behave like a 37-year-old. Not one to act my age, especially the older I get, I was confused by the situation and continued to hope that it would magically rectify itself with my normal healthy lifestyle.  After all, my clothes still fit. No need to panic and do something drastic like DIET.

I don’t have a scale in my house, to keep me from obsessing over numbers.  And since I moved up to Florida, I don’t have one at work either.  There is a big scale in the grocery store near my house, though, so I weigh myself once a week or so.  I leave my purse, phone, keys, and even my 2-ounce flip flops on the floor and step on the big platform in front of everyone who cares to see.  The needle swirls on the giant dial, which always reads the same, between 5 and 7 pounds over what was my normal weight until last year.

With the passing of another birthday almost a month ago, I wondered if my body would now behave like a 38-year-old. For our birthdays that are only a day apart, my hubby and I decided to take our two boys on a cruise, our first. The ultimate opportunity to overindulge, we enjoyed it to the fullest. While I didn’t eat 3 desserts at every meal as my sons did (who are normally sugar-deprived…they’d died and gone to cheesecake heaven!), I did frequently enjoy rich and delicious foods that I would normally shy away from, which was great fun and I have no regrets.

We returned to meet back-to-back visitors for over 2 weeks. When people are on vacation, they eat and drink like we did on our cruise. And to not be rude, we joined them! So, two more weeks of gluttony…

I woke up one day last week nauseous, then felt disgusted when I caught a glimpse of my once-flat tummy in the bathroom mirror on my way into the shower.  For a brief instant I thought I might be pregnant, from the way I looked and felt. Then I remembered my hubby’s vasectomy.  I was just saturated, too much good food and good drink.  It was time to do something.  With the rapidly-encroaching holiday season promising at least another 4 pound weight gain, I’ll have to buy myself new clothes for Christmas.  On the brink of defeat, drastic measures are in order…  that’s right, a DIET.  Stay tuned for progress…

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Everyone gains a little weight around the holidays, right? With all the parties, the dinners, the drinks, the sweets, the drinks, the caroling, the drinks, et cetera, it’s hard not to overindulge.  For those of us with limited willpower, it’s impossible.

Last year I gained the usual 5 or 6 pounds between November and January.  No biggie.  Only this time it didn’t come off on it’s own.  I noticed in April it was still there and consciously started limiting my indulgences.  I normally eat pretty healthy and exercise pretty regularly, so a little modification usually brings me results.  By August, in clear denial, I asked my doctor if I could stop by to weigh myself because I was sure the scale at my office needed to be calibrated.  He reassured me that I looked great and had no need to worry when I weighed in at 6 pounds more than my 15-year normal, which was exactly my weight at 12 weeks postpartum.  I was perplexed. Could it be that my metabolism was finally catching up with my age?  It was as if my body woke up on my 37th birthday last October and decided to behave like a 37-year-old. Not one to act my age, especially the older I get, I was confused by the situation and continued to hope that it would magically rectify itself with my normal healthy lifestyle.  After all, my clothes still fit. No need to panic and do something drastic like DIET.

I don’t have a scale in my house, to keep me from obsessing over numbers.  And since I moved up to Florida, I don’t have one at work either.  There is a big scale in the grocery store near my house, though, so I weigh myself once a week or so.  I leave my purse, phone, keys, and even my 2-ounce flip flops on the floor and step on the big platform in front of everyone who cares to see.  The needle swirls on the giant dial, which always reads the same, between 5 and 7 pounds over what was my normal weight until last year.

With the passing of another birthday almost a month ago, I wondered if my body would now behave like a 38-year-old. For our birthdays that are only a day apart, my hubby and I decided to take our two boys on a cruise, our first. The ultimate opportunity to overindulge, we enjoyed it to the fullest. While I didn’t eat 3 desserts at every meal as my sons did (who are normally sugar-deprived…they’d died and gone to cheesecake heaven!), I did frequently enjoy rich and delicious foods that I would normally shy away from, which was great fun and I have no regrets.

We returned to meet back-to-back visitors for over 2 weeks. When people are on vacation, they eat and drink like we did on our cruise. And to not be rude, we joined them! So, two more weeks of gluttony…

I woke up one day last week nauseous, then felt disgusted when I caught a glimpse of my once-flat tummy in the bathroom mirror on my way into the shower.  For a brief instant I thought I might be pregnant, from the way I looked and felt. Then I remembered my hubby’s vasectomy.  I was just saturated, too much good food and good drink.  It was time to do something.  With the rapidly-encroaching holiday season promising at least another 4 pound weight gain, I’ll have to buy myself new clothes for Christmas.  On the brink of defeat, drastic measures are in order…  that’s right, a DIET.  Stay tuned for progress…

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