The Joy of a Couple Extra Pounds
“You only live once.”
This is what I tell myself every time I open a bottle of wine and dive into a big bowl of pasta.
Or an insane amount of sushi.
I could write an epic poem about my love for bread that would rival the great works of T.S. Eliot.
But for now, I want to talk about this time of the year in which we all prepare ourselves to tack on some extra weight.
It’s hard not to.
Between Thanksgiving meals with family and friends to the holiday parties serving enticing sweets, one can’t avoid seeing a couple of extra pounds on the scale.
But isn’t that what this season is about?
Shouldn’t we be thankful for what we have and celebrate?
In a world that is so dark and dreary, why should we worry about a couple of extra pounds?
What does that extra weight even mean in the grand scheme of things?
I’ve written before about embracing the pandemic pounds we might have added on.
And I’ve written about the amazing food my family makes at Thanksgiving.
In a world that is increasingly hard to navigate and survive, maybe we should take a pause and enjoy the good food that comes our way.
I’m already preparing myself not to jump on the scale as much as I usually do for the next several weeks. Instead, I’m going to remind myself how lucky I am to have the problem of too much good food and wine.
If you find yourself fretting about the holiday weight gain, don’t sweat it.
Sweat it after the new year when you find yourself in the gym surrounded by other people who have resolved themselves to lose the extra pounds.
You have many months after the holiday to get ready for a beach body.
In the meantime, get a another helping of mashed potatoes, eat a second slice of apple pie, bake those holiday cookies!
Embrace the couple of extra pounds.
You only live once.