The holidays are such a season of excess. I gained 2.4 pounds, which isn’t
too bad considering what it might have been in years past. I didn’t go crazy,
but I didn’t follow my eating plan. Luckily, my lap-band makes it difficult to
overdo it.
I kinda hate this time of year. Everything is about cutting back and
becoming a mature adult. Everything’s done up in bright white and not the
velvety tones of December. All the magazines are about diets and no longer
featuring that delectable food porn that keeps me going. I don’t want to cook
it, I just want to look at it.
I don’t like to make resolutions. I figure I have enough metrics I have
to fulfill in the rest of my life without it intruding on my personal life,
too. I’ll keep up with the food plan and keep reading and commenting on the
blogs of other weight-loss surgery folk. One of the reasons I got weight-loss
surgery was so I wouldn’t have to “diet” anymore. It’s so comforting to finish
a meal and feel full without resorting to stuffing yourself with veggies.
I will be happy to lose weight this year. Every pound I lose is getting
me closer to a healthy goal. Still, my success is bittersweet with my husband
not being an active part of my life.
If you’re a resolution-focused person, more power to you. May you fulfill
your resolutions. I’m fighting this fight on my terms, and victory will be
sweet. And sugar-free.
See you next time.
