Pre-New Year's Resolve

This effort seems to be going well. I am, of course, excercising daily and eating better. Which, in turn, makes me feel better, albeit more sore than usual. I took Saturday off from grueling food and exercise schedule, for a few reasons.

One, I had refrained from any sort of overindulgence at our College holiday party. I would like to point out I picked the most scrumptious menu in the world, including empanadas (of which I did not partake), and an open bar. OPEN. I cried a little inside.

Two, Saturday morning was also a time to get ready for my favourite holiday bazaar of the year; a cozy little home affair with very fun and crafty women. So I thought I might be a bit more pleasant if I slept in until 7 am instead of getting up at 5:30 to go jogging. I think it worked.

Three, there were gingerbread men at the holiday bazaar. Homemade gingerbread men. Did I mention ginger is my favourite spice? And that they were smiling at me with that comehither look I find so irresistible?

Yep, I ate four of them, okay, maybe five, I forget. Limbs first, because I like it better if I can pretend they are screaming.

Four, Saturday was Zack's birthday and a round of a very intense Zack-made board game ("Ultimate") which DOES include overindulgence.

However, as much as I overindulged (and, boy oh boy, did I), I still set my alarm for 7:30 am so I could get home and get ready for my first real yoga instruction. I'm still sore. But the next date is set and pieces are being included in the morning routine.

No, I have not looked at a scale, but I'm starting to feel more like this:

Henri Pierre's "Venus"

Instead of this:

DOMO!

xo!