I’ve obviously been silent the past couple of weeks. I started a post on food that I shelved and then the tragedy at Sandy Hook happened and in all honesty, I just couldn’t bring myself to write one of my usual pithy posts in the aftermath. It didn’t seem fair. I also didn’t think I should write about the tragedy either when I have friends and family in that region and know people connected to it.
It’s been a full week since then and this past week I haven’t much felt like working out or doing anything. I’ve been both physically tired and mentally void. Yesterday, I took to the couch and watched cheesy holiday movies on the Hallmark Channel until it was time to make dinner (ie until Matt came home from work). But I haven’t stopped indulging in any holiday festivities either (ie food and booze) and it’s totally starting to show up on my face. I know if I’m going to be this bad I should be working out but you know what, I just haven’t been feeling it.
To make matters worse I woke up this morning with a cough and next week is Christmas, Matt has off until New Years and I probably won’t get to the gym anytime soon. But this is where I’m laying on the fence at this point. Yes, I am being bad; very, very bad. Yes, I am gaining holiday weight. Trust me I feel it in my clothes. And yes, I should know better and get my ass in the gym. But I kind of feel like my body is telling me to forget it and rest. Plus, I have three races lined up for next year, two in the spring and possibly my first triathlon, so this might be my last time to get fat and rest for a while. Why not just give into it? Sure, there won’t be any photos of me posted anywhere from New Years Eve but I’m getting a little too old for that anyway.