my sister and i are gearing up for christmas eve at my cousin’s house. an evening about which we are both stoked that involves seeing several members of our close extended family and eating and drinking to excess.
although we are both stoked we are in need of gearing up in order to deal. for example, we cannot run from a raucous christmas party to a gathering of italians, this would kill us. instead she is reading and i am blogging with beer [she’s driving! *dance of joy*] and us3 is playing quietly on the stereo.
before i was blogging i was wrapping christmas presents and before that we were on the phone with my parents and before we had pizza nova and before that that she was hanging out with some old friends and i was cleaning my apartment before which i was having brunch with othercat and pj.
last night she hung with old friends and other/pj and i went for korean and everyone is basically just enjoying some great time spent with blood and chosen family. and that’s where i get confused.
i keep hearing about how christmas has turned into a time of rampant commercialism and excess and that people have lost the spirit and i guess that’s true for some people but it doesn’t seem like the way to bet.
most of the people i know are reconnecting with people about whom they care very much and that they have not seen in a long time. sometimes distance is a factor and sometimes it’s just changing life circumstances but people drift. heck i’ve seen othercat and pj more this week than in the last month combined… and that’s awesome.
it’s been really great to reconnect with them. i’m also seeing flower and my sister and princess valium and clarity (i know i have to call you!) and tommer (yes, that tommer) and da’mute and othercat is having a gathering and my sister and i are making a gorgeous dinner tomorrow and there’s stupid amounts of christmas libations and chocolate.
heck last night alone a deadly amount of chocolate and cookies passed through my face.
and isn’t that the point?
isn’t this the time when we’re supposed to let loose and overindulge and loosen our waistbands?
pile pointed out just the other day that he does *not* care why we celebrate the season just that we do in fact celebrate it. because, after all, how many seasons do we get to celebrate? exactly. this one. (and thanksgiving if you’re american…)
i mean i’m even getting another footgasm at the same place!
i’m eating all the things that i’m supposed to resist and my gut is hanging over my waistband. from an evolutionary perspective this is ideal heading into a season of privation. haven’t you ever noticed how it’s easy to diet in february and brutal in november?
seems logical huh?
*looks down to admire gut*
this is the only time of the year where i can rampantly gain weight and not care. it’s definetely the only time that i can look down at a roll over my normally well fitting pants and giggle contentedly to myself.
i know that i’ll shape up in the new year, i know that by may i’ll be sitting at my end of summer weight and that at the end of summer this year i’ll be ten pounds lighter than i was at the end of summer last year… and that seems pretty healthy to me. especially considering that i only ever go UP at christmas to the end of summer of two years back…
so i gain twenty pounds in the fall, lose it in the winter and ten more in the summer and start again.
that strategy, by the way, has caused me to lose sixty pounds in four years… and to keep my body happier than it’s ever been. amazing what just letting your body have it’s way with you does as you learn to listen to it.
works for me!