i’m going to start this off by saying: i love thanksgiving. it is, by far, my favorite major holiday. nothing but family and good food, warm sweaters and pumpkin EVERYTHING. yes…i most definitely love it.
however. what i don‘t love is the CONSTANT inundation with “ways to not gain weight this thanksgiving!!” headlines on my yahoo homepage. or how my facebook feed gets jammed with a bunch of socially righteous crankypants-es bitching about how thanksgiving is just how america shows its obese capitalist lifestyle, and we should be thankful every day and – oh my god STOP RUINING MY FUN.
so i’m going to put this out there for everyone in cyberspace to read: i went home for a week for thanksgiving. while i was home i ran a total of nine miles – yes, in seven days – and i lifted twice. and that is it. and you know what else? i ate. a LOT. my dad cooks (i do not) and he made clams and linguine one night, pork loin on the grill another night, and chicken and sweet potatoes a third night. i had lunch out with my grandma, i ate my weight in thanksgiving fare on thursday, and in general i just ate a lot and worked out very little.
in seven days’ time, i gained well over five pounds. i didn’t get on a scale until today, and i was up four since i left for home. and since being back, i’ve slipped right into my normal routine, and i’m sure my weight has declined a bit.
so why am i putting this on my blog? because guess what – i gained a rather ridiculous amount of weight in a short amount of time…and i’m still here. i didn’t implode. i didn’t cease to function. yes, i actually have to unbutton my jeans now to take them off – but that’s how normal people do it anyway. and yes, my abs semi-disappeared. but you know what else?
i ate a lot of delicious food and i let my body just freaking REST for a few days, after a semester of constant motion, four jobs, and 16-hour days.
my body will adjust its way to where it wants to be. i’ll get my abs back. i’ll go back to eating the weird, i-can’t-cook dinners i do, and focusing on shoveling as much protein as possible into them. but i refuse to bitch and whine about how the holidays “made me fat.”
the holidays made me HAPPY dammit. and since running and lifting also make me happy, i think i’ll be just fine.