At the risk of sounding like Ebenezer Scrooge, I for one am thrilled that the holidays are over. Why? I'm sure you can guess.
Food temptation is everywhere in December: at the office where the FedEx guy would show up every day with a new box of serious diet-busting food; at home, where I would find buttered pecans and chocolates everywhere; and at other people's gracious holiday parties, where, for example, this year I encountered the best chocolate cookie I have ever tasted.
This year the handmade goodies seemed so ubiquitous I started thinking I wanted to enter an artisanal chocolate witness protection plan, though I seriously doubt that I would have found the necessary strength and courage to turn myself in before the new year.
So instead I did what serious eaters have been doing for time immemorial: I made a bunch of New Year's resolutions and I vowed to redouble my serious diet efforts in the new year.
How did I do? Not bad, I think.
Yes, Robyn, Cathy, and I had chocolate and cake in every form imaginable on Monday night at L.A. Burdick, but that's all I had for dinner that night.
And even though I complained out loud about the lack of snacks in the office this week, I was not-so-secretly thrilled.
I started eating protein first thing in the morning because a friend told me that doing so would kick-start my metabolic rate every day. In general I tried to be super-cognizant of what I was actually eating every day. I felt a little deprived as a result, but I also felt good that I was able to regain my serious diet rhythm. Let's see if my return to more disciplined eating yielded positive results.
Interim weigh-ins have been promising, but I have said that before. Okay. Here we go: 222.
Down a pound. I was hoping to be two or three pounds down for the week, but I'll take the one pound loss as a harbinger of things to come. After all, Thanksgiving is still more than ten months away and Christmas more than eleven. I see many more successful serious diet weeks in my future.