11) Post Christmas Blues; The Tale of Losing Weight, then Gaining Weight during Christmas, and then Trying to Lose the Weight again

This is the tale of my Christmas woes... When you're doing well on your weight loss journey... then Christmas happened, and there was food... so you eat... because you're happy... and you realize you have no self-control... and you have no time for your workout sessions because everyone's home and you want to spend time with them... and you talk a lot... and eat a lot because someone is always cooking something... and you gain back some of the weight you had lost... and you feel dejected... while realizing, you may be the oldest in the family, but act like the youngest... Oh.... Oh... then you ramble on about those old fairytales... 

I went from family love... to Christmas fun and weight gain... to ranting about fairytales... and why I'm no princess... and don't want to be a princess... Maybe my weirdness is due to an enchantment, spell, curse or something? Cause being me, sure ain't normal...

I was doing well on my weight loss journey. 

Lost about 8 to 10kg...

Which may not seem much, especially when compared to the amount I have left to lose, like at this rate, I would probably reach my ideal weight, when I'm 90? Or dead... whichever comes first... But it still gives me a sense of pride... Losing even that little weight. 

But then Christmas came... 

Everyone was home... We talked.... We sang...

Ok. Correction. My family and friends sang. 

I opened my mouth and closed it... and murmured words...  

Maybe even wiggled a shoulder... or two...

 

It was like soft singing... you know the kind of sound waves that only dogs can hear.

Probably why the cats and dogs around my neighborhood have been sending me death threats... 

and cease and desist notices.  

Fineeeee... I will cease my singing and dancing... 

Tough crowd of cats and dogs I have here in my neighborhood. 

The moment I start my singing, they're like, 

"Don't quit your day job ", 

"You make angels cry", 

"I'd rather choke on my hairball", 

"You make us want to bite our tails", 

blah blah blah.  

I get it. I get it. I suck at singing, you bunch of Simon Cowell wannabes.

So I didn't sing... even though I love Christmas carols...

Cause I'm the type of person who is willing to make sacrifices for the stray animals in her neighborhood... I'm understanding like that.