Friday, January 15, 2016

Christmas After Math

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Well, the holidays are over. Sort of.  It took me a week to decorate my tree (okay, I only worked on it during the evenings), and now I'm rather reluctant to take it down. It's so pretty, and it makes Mr. L and I very happy to look at it ... so it might stay up for another week.  (Because, frankly, I'm too busy to take it down right now. Maybe next week.) This picture really doesn't do it justice (you can't see the nine million ornaments on it).

I was REALLY good in December.  I didn't indulge in the usual holiday foods. I wasn't exercising as much as I should, but I was maintaining and was pretty happy about it. I made 5 dozen cut-out cookies, but did not have one of them. I made a mince pie, but did not have a slice. I made banana bread, and had one tiny piece. I was REALLY good.

 Then Christmas day came and all of a sudden there were boxes of candy.  Many Boxes And Bags Of CANDY which were given to me.

I can go months without eating candy, but now?  If I make it a few hours without sneaking a piece of candy, I'm lucky. 

So it's back to the daily grind of exercise with my buddy Leslie Sansone and trying not to walk within a few feet of the jar of Quality Street.

I'm not one to buy a lot of junk food. (Mr. L ... not so much.) My theory is if you don't have this stuff in the house, you cannot eat it and get in trouble with the scale.  But it's here, and it's calling to me.

Do you have a strategy NOT to pack on the pounds from holiday food?  If so ... PLEASE SHARE!!!