People have different techniques to deal with this holiday phenomenon which occurs periodically until January 2 (subject to celebrations) when your New Year’s resolution to lose weight kicks in (should you be foolish enough to make one).
Personally I am of the ostrich technique myself. I don’t weigh myself for a few days after the food orgy and cut back consumption at least a little. By the time I weigh myself I am in that comfort zone. No need to bash myself.
There are those who weigh themselves the day after. (Arghhhh! What are they thinking?)
About a year or two ago the beloved husband lost 20 pounds. He cut back on portions and dropped the weight effortlessly. (Why do guys do that? Even the old ones?)
He exercises regularly. He can get righteous about it. Exercising is addictive. You hate yourself when you miss a day.
Fortunately I don’t have that gene. I have a “gotta get a Starbucks” gene and a “let’s adopt that cat” gene. No neurotic gene about exercising. Of course we are not talking about my shoe fondling perversion here. Perhaps that’s a mutated shopping gene.
Bike riding in good weather and the treadmill in bad are his preferences although he throws in heavy outdoor work from time to time.
He intends to outlive our old cranky cat. They are having a competition. It’s neck and neck although Jake refuses to use the treadmill. According to the vet’s cat age chart, Jake is slightly older.
The beloved husband weighed himself on Friday and the pesky scale showed a gain of two pounds. (Seriously?) He hit the treadmill mercilessly.
So how do you handle the holiday weight spike? Ostrich style? With aggression? Or procrastinate until the New Year?
Or perhaps you just ignore the whole thing.
Art credits: First clip art found floating on the internet without a source. Second courtesy of Amazon