At this rate, any P90X gains I made over the fall will be long gone by the time winter actually rolls around, probably, perhaps, some time in 2012. It has been mighty mild up here in these parts, which has caused the Christmas spirit to show itself a little later than we would like.
So instead of just letting the snow slowly tell us that Santa is on his way, we are relying instead on some good old fashioned Christmas cheer to make it happen--as in any excuse to have a beer, a goodie, a cookie, some junk, is a good one, because, well, you know, 'tis the season afterall!
So this P90Xer has been off the grid for the better part of the past few weeks, leaving the meal plan and the self-restraint somewhere in the cupboard, and using the season, and the somewhat stagnant Christmas spirit, to indulge and overindulge to my little heart's content.
Today, I am feeling it.
Feeling like Jolly Old St-Nick will soon be here.
Feeling festive and in the mood to roast some chestnuts on an open fire. To let Jack Frost do some nipping at my nose. And yes, Hot Wife, to do some kissing under the mistletoe.
Soon our friends will knock on our door, joining us tonight for an impromptu dinner, at my request, another shameless use of the season as good enough reason to raise a glass, stuff ourselves silly, and otherwise celebrate the good fortune that has befallen us, up here in the nowhere town we call home.
Christmas is coming. And I am in the mood.
In the mood to eat, drink and be merry.
To have a frolicking, rollicking good time, surrounded by friends and family.
To have that beer, that goodie, that cookie, that junk, without guilt, without regret, without a single, solitary worry that what's going down might, or will, counter the good work that came over the previous three months.
Because we have all of 2012 to make up for it.
And because, well, now within only a few days of Christmas, 'tis the season!
