I’ve ranted many times before on here how I’m not one for alcohol; that I don’t see the point in wasting calories on liquids when SOLIDS are just so much more satisfying.
Well I kinda forgot that manifesto this week. I got pleasantly sozzled at the Work Party last Friday. Then the wine flowed over the weekend while my sister was here, and I capped it all off on Tuesday night with at our Team Lunch where I alternated vodka with port for some bizarre reason. No hangovers, just a general feeling of goodwill to all men. Ho ho ho!
I’ve also been eating like a right little piggie. Check out the stuff Rhi and I made for our Early Christmas Dinner on Sunday night, phwoar!
The overall effect of this week of indulgence is that I feel… happy and content. I can’t sum it up any better than Erin:
"There is something about this week that makes me throw up my hands and not care one bit about anything other than feeling good, whether it’s by eating food I love, spending time with my friends, or even just taking a long bath. It’s the holiday season in earnest and I just don’t think that I should spend much time doing anything other than feeling good and happy, which includes loosening up the pants at the waist."
Last Thursday I was praying to be struck down by a viciously snotty cold so I wouldn’t have to go to the Christmas Party. All week I’d been tired and apathetic, raging at the endless rain and generally annoyed at the impending social engagements that will disrupt My Routine. I wanted to cancel stinking Christmas and hide away from the world in our poky wee flat and not come out til Springtime. BAH!
Then that night I got a text from a legendary friend of mine telling me that she’d given birth to her second son a few hours earlier. She’d had a rough time, and needed to have four blood transfusions. Yet she still summoned the energy to write at the end of her message, "Hope you and Dr G are doing well!"
Crikey, I thought, She’s just had a screaming human extracted from her loins and she’s able to be nice and cheery. So why the hell am I being so crabbit?!
Thus I woke up on Friday morning and resolved to have a Good Time. It may just be traces of alcohol, fat and sugar talking, but it’s been a great week. Sometimes I feel I get so bogged down and obsessed by this Lard Busting that I become a boring, insular, sanctimonious twit. I have thoroughly enjoyed relaxing and forgetting about scales and calories, and remembering that I know a helluva lot of really brilliant people. And that it’s good to appreciate and engage with them. New friends, re-appearing old friends, family, husband, colleagues, blogging folks… exxxcellent.
I lurve youse all. Group hump!
Now all that remains is the Official Xmas Dinner with the In Laws on Monday, then that’ll be me entirely back to reality. It was fun for awhile but my jeans are clinging to the ol thighs far too cosily. Between now and Monday I plan on hitting the gym and trying out my new Pilates DVD and getting back on the soup!
To all you groovers out there in Fatblogland… happy holidays. Thank you for all your blogs and emails and comments and ideas and jokes and general excellent-ness throughout the year!