I am always amazed at the long drawn out process of Christmas approaching. Not the true meaning of the day, the symbolic day of our Saviour's birth, the glorious celebration of the sacrifice our God made to become flesh and live amongst us, to grow and live on the earth that He made but so despised Him, to lead up to His ultimate gift to us...death on a cross to save all who would call upon His name.
No, not that Christmas. I am talking about the commercialized event. The presents, the cards, the planning, the food, the juggling of two families on the same day, and the food. Wait, did I mention the food? The lugging out of the boxes from the shed with garland and ornaments. The removal of my normal decor to make way for the festive snowmen, reindeer and Santa. The realization that you forgot a gift and the stores close in one hour. The unexpected gift from someone that you now feel pressure to buy for even though they will tell you "I didn't give a gift to you just so you would have to give one to me..."
The phone call from the hubby's fam on Christmas Eve, 7pm, that dinner is the next day at 3pm and you need to bring deviled eggs. What??! (It just so happened that I had a dozen eggs in the fridge that I could use...that was supposed to be our Christmas morning breakfast.) Then the hubby has to explain that we already have plans and have had them for weeks. Then you show up after your other family celebration has finished only to find that the second dinner is done, table is cleared and your deviled eggs, the ones you sacrificed Christmas breakfast with and crammed the hour or so that it took to make them into your already crammed day....are now, sitting on a cleared table. And, no one save one sweet precious soul, will eat them. And the hostess, has finished her dishes and gone to bed.
Yes...that one. That Christmas. Yesterday, I was thrilled to pack up every decoration. And although I grazed here and there and didn't write down my food in my WW journal, I feel confident that I still did well.
I sacrificed my health goals for a coveted piece of my mother-in-law's famous Banana Split cake. I was quite happy to do so!
About Me
- Your 31 Bag Lady
- I am starting a journey that I call "RE" which means that after listing areas that I want to change or improve, I have decided to attack them with gusto to become the Me that I want to be. True to form, I was on fire for the re-newal but started procrastinating around month three and now I have three months before the big 40 arrives. Procrastination in my middle name...or rather, Tina is procrastination's middle name. See? Right there? In the middle? Tina.
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