Days after Christmas, normally December 26th, is when I am sparked with the yearly onset of guilt and glutton. The feelings are summoned around 4:00am, hours after the house quiets down and the only sounds that can be heard throughout the vents are the frisky cats climbing and leaping in and out of the Christmas tree. I’m usually returning from my third or fourth nightly trip to the porcelain throne. My sleepy eyes catch a glimpse of my expanded waistline through the full length mirror catercorner to my bathroom door. The regret begins…
The countless holiday parties, school plays and family gatherings over the past two months leaves my nighttime ashy lips protruding in sorrow as I begin my yearly guilt ridden pattern of physical fitness promises and healthy lifestyle dreams. I sing the same song of “I’m really serious this time” hymns while returning to my warm and snugly sheets. Insomnia kicks in just as unwanted guests , Flab and Jiggle stop by to alert the neighbors on Cellulite Avenue that they’re crashing the party for good. The manic thoughts of past delight and pleasure overwhelm my mind sending me into a whirlwind of rapid heartbeats vibrating through my veins as my cells try to break down my last meal of macaroni and cheese, sweet potato pudding, cookies, pies, cakes, chocolatinis, lemon drops and eggnog.
Two hours later, my rest broken mind is notified by the ringing alarm insisting that I rise for a new day begun. The sun shines in the backdrop and a new sense of motivation uploads into my mind, refreshing the code of determination for the upcoming new year. The bright rays of possibilities ignites the installation of data to restore the body and clean up the neighborhood of Cellulite and Distress, refurbishing it with new cells of diet and exercise.
Let the journey begin!