Well, it's not that bad. I was up half a pound yesterday.....but it coulda been a lot worse!
We ate out three times during DH's 5 days off. Each time, I ordered what I wanted but rather than devouring the whole thing, I cut it in half, boxed it up and put it out of sight. Once, I actually cut this huge big sandwich in fourths!!! And 1/4 was plenty! I was satisfied with what I had eaten and not overfull . . . . that's nice.
Aside from DH's trip to the ER on Monday, we had a very peaceful Christmas at home.
I can remember back to when I was a kid, I never cared for the busy-ness and commercialism surrounding Christmas. I remember family members getting so stressed out because of the pressure to buy just the right gift for this person, and if they buy that for that person, they feel they have to buy something of equal value for this person, and they can't leave out this other person, on it goes until the credit cards (and adrenal system) are maxed out.
This is the second year that we've stayed home which is exactly what we both really wanted to do. However, all those years of programming are still there and it was sort of weird. Now that Christmas is over, it's sorta anti-climatic, almost depressing. I found myself questioning my motives and rechecking 'is this really what I want?' 'is DH doing this just because of me?'
Although I do wish things could be different, but they're not. And when I consider the reality of the drama and trauma of the alternatives . . . . I have to admit, yes, it is the best decision.
Despite the best intentions, sometimes even Santa can't win.
Hope your Christmas was everything you hoped it would be!
Now let's keep on rockin' in the new year!!!