Post-Christmas coma
What is it about the Christmas holiday that makes me think it’s OK to eat and drink megadoses of stuff I would never consume in megadoses any other time of the year? Here it is, December 26, and I am comatose from the embarrassing amount of red wine, white wine, Bud Light Limes, apple pie, sugar cookies (with sprinkles) and hot cocoa that I managed to consume in the last three days. As my guests were leaving my house last night, I informed them that my next task, after doing the dishes, was to lose 15 pounds. I meant it. But here it is 14 hours into Day One of my healthy, post-Christmas eating regimen, and I don’t even want to put into words what I just ate for lunch. What will it take for me to actually mean what I say the day after I say it?
But that’s the beauty of weight-loss resolutions. If you fail, you can try again. And again. And again.
