For the entire month of December, it was like I was on the cookie diet. Between baking cookies and eating cookies... cookies that I baked, cookies that friends baked, cookies that were given to us as gifts, and cookies at parties, not to mention party food like chips and dip and cheese and cocktail weenies and meatballs and fudge and eggnog and... the list goes on... I must have consumed several thousand calories in addition to my normal food.
Enjoyed every bite of it. And the fear of gaining weight was not such an issue, since I knew that all this indulgence was temporary.
Because the holidays are just that. Holidays. Holidays from normal on so many levels. Intentional indulgence. Extravagant giving. And special, once-a-year cookies. In the midst of the celebration normal takes a back seat for a month.
Most days, I did my IF... an 8 p.m. to 12 noon fast... that means no breakfast. There were few notable exceptions. I just had to partake of the homemade cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning, and there were a couple holiday food-fests that extended later than 8 in the evening.
Most days I had my usual smoothie lunch, except when we were out-of-town during the few days before and after Christmas. And most nights I ate a normal balanced meal for dinner, at the usual time.
But when there’s 8 kinds of cookies around, you really need to have one of each for dessert, right? I mean it just wouldn’t be right to leave anyone out. There’s nothing worse than being shunned... especially if you’re a cookie.
The crowning moment was New Year’s Eve. It always involves creamed herring, a lovely steak dinner, champagne and chocolate covered cherries for dessert. Anything less just wouldn’t be right.
But in spite of all my splurges, on Jan.1, my weight was only up a pound. Gaining one pound over the holidays is the national average. No problem if you lose it. But the problem is, the thing that contributes to the expanding national waistline is that most people gain that pound, or more, and never lose it. And one pound a year can really add up.
Many of you know, I lost 20 pounds in 2013. It took me 10 months. I don’t intend to gain it back. If I do gain a pound or two I won’t go on a diet. I hate dieting. I won’t depriving myself of the foods I love and that includes cookies. Just not 8 kinds of cookies every day.
As soon as the holidays were over, I went back to my normal... back to eating the amount of food that I’ve learned will sustain my weight (152-154) over the long run. It was easy because the way that I eat is easy. After 4 weeks of back-to-normal eating the extra pound went packing.
And just to make sure that I didn’t let myself feel deprived, on January 1st I baked cookies... a big batch of chocolate chip peanut butter. I ate two every night after dinner for a couple weeks. Because life just ain’t worth living without cookies.
This post is not intended in any way, shape, or form to be medical or dietary advice. Please consult a reliable health care practitioner before starting any diet/fitness program.