Last night after work I attempted to get some quality Christmas shopping taken care of. I headed to the Columbus Circle Holiday Markets, which is one of my favorite city spots this time of year.
(Hint to city shoppers: The Columbus Circle shops are usually far less crowded than the Union Square ones and they have all the same vendors!)
I managed to snag some gifts for my brother, my sister-in-law and my mom. I swear at one point I swiped my debit card and I heard it make a little crying sound. But that’s OK — the city was gorgeous last night.
Here are some more pictures of the stars that change color:
I sampled every piece of chocolate a vendor was willing to throw my way, because I’m a sucker for candy from strangers. My parents raised me right.
When I got home, I made a massive grilled cheese sandwich with all that leftover gouda from Sunday’s 19 hour brunch. It was the best grilled cheese of my life.
And then I was full.
But I ate a cupcake anyway.
I went to bed feeling full.
I woke up still feeling full.
I expected to feel better after a lovely 6-mile morning run, but when it was time to get dressed afterward I just wanted to come to work in sweatpants. (Spoiler alert: I didn’t.)
But here’s the thing: It’s the holiday season. We are all bound to indulge, and if we beat ourselves up about it, that takes all the fun away. Yeah, my jeans feel a little tighter than normal today. I’ve pretty much been eating nonstop lately and finding a million reasons to justify my constant need for a handful of brownies.
However, if I read one more article or blog post about “How Not to Gain Weight During the Holidays” or “Why You Should Only Indulge in Moderation,” I’m going to scream.
You know why? Because Christmas cookies are delicious, and I only really eat 20 of them in a sitting on one occasion every year.
When I head home for Christmas, I’m not going to be like, “Sorry Mom, I know you baked all this chocolate melty stuff, and it looks good and all, but I’m rocking moderation right now. Can I have some baby carrots for dessert instead of those fresh-from-the-oven cookies?”
I will have the baby carrots and the warm cookies.
At this time every year, I eat a little more than usual. I eat total crap all day long and I rarely turn down treats. I drink more than normal and I may work out a little bit less because I’m running around like an elf trying to get things done.
So people, please stop beating yourselves up if you can’t zip your pants today. Trust me, mine are tighter than they were a few weeks ago, too. It happens. Plus, that’s what Pajama Jeans are for, right?
I know that once the holidays are over, I’ll be back on track. My jeans will fit better again and I probably won’t go through 15 sugar crashes every afternoon.
For now though, I’m enjoying every brownie, cookie or cheese-covered vegetable that comes my way. I’ll keep running when I can and I’ll inevitably also devour tons of clementines when I’m home (they’re my favorite).
My plea to you is to enjoy the holiday season and all of the delicious foods that come with it, and please don’t beat yourself up over that extra cookie or midnight Death by Chocolate snack.
Because Death by Chocolate is so freakin’ good, and you can always just unbutton the top button of your pants. I won’t judge you.
NOW TELL ME: What’s your favorite holiday indulgence? Chocolate? Wine in a solo cup? Ladle-fuls of gravy? All of the above?