That eaten-too-much, can't sleep, dizzy from the sugar, should walk it off, couldn't run a marathon if you paid me kind of feeling. Familiar?
It's post-Christmas and lousy doesn't begin to describe the bloated, over-full, not one-more square inch of space left feeling in your stomach. Perhaps a little less this year due to Covid shutdown of Christmas parties. However, those nostalgic holiday rituals are in full swing.
Appetizers. Cocktails. Mixed Nuts. A MASSIVE dinner spread. Cookies. Desserts on Desserts on Desserts. Multiple times if you have extended family nearby.
We have two. My immediate nucleus which includes my Mom (Mimi), my Dad (the Bapa), my sister, my grandmother (Nana), and our four. Then my other side: Meme, Grandpa, and my husband's brother Tim, plus our four. Two dinners, desserts, snacks, coffee, etc.
I feel like I need a gut check.
We did fairly well overall in terms of moderation and nutrition over the holidays, but out of the norm enough to notice.
Let me advocate for a change that can be implemented right now, like today. No physical adaptations to your schedule necessary (though it's always a good idea). Are you ready? Drumroll, anyone? If it's playing in your head or you're envisioning yourself drumming on some kind of surface, I applaud you for your investment.