I have a lot of friends. This is a good thing. When I need a drink after work or want to spend a Sunday in the park, I have a long list of people I can call. I'm never bored or lonely. And when I'm down or need a listening ear, there is always someone there for me. Knowing this makes me smile.
But lately, there's been a lot more events to attend...
Two friends are getting married soon. Another just got engaged. Several have birthdays around this time. One just had a baby. Another is celebrating her son’s first birthday. It's fourth of July. There are BBQ's and parties and weekend getaways galore.
It seems like all I do these days is celebrate... appetizers to make, gifts to buy, glasses to be raised. And every time I toast to someone else's new found love or the emergence of another human being from their uterus, I'm forced to slurp up another glass of calories or shove another fried cheese ball down my pie-hole. Apologies for the vulgarity here, but I'm ready to take those personally monogrammed towels and strangle myself with them. I’ve had it. I’m done.
I’M TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT HERE PEOPLE, and your need to celebrate your life transition is really hindering my progress. I’m glad you have found the love of your life. I’m thrilled your baby has 10 fingers. I couldn’t be happier that you’ve reached the 34th year of your life without having a nervous breakdown. But I don’t want to get fat again to prove it!
Why does celebration always entail ingesting the most indulgent food and drink??? Can’t we acknowledge all this excitement with a brisk walk and some carrot sticks? How about 100 sit ups and a Zone bar? Maybe a pilates class followed by a protein shake? No? Doesn’t sound fun? What do you mean?
Ok, alright, fine. We can skip the chin ups before we hit the champagne. But you better believe that I’m bringing my own snacks to the party and cutting that wine with some seltzer next time. Your celebration will not equate to my physical inflation. Your fabulous event will not be my spiraling descent. I can do this dammit!
With a little luck and a lot of tracking, the next time I pop a bottle of bubbly, it’s going to be in celebration of my own success. No, I'm not talking about finding my soul mate... simply reaching my goal weight. Think I can register for that?