Holdiay Damage: Why My Thighs Are How They Are

While I spend the rest of December and January partying, there are a few days that are devoted solely to my family. That would be Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day.  People my age would usually include January 2 there, which is by default, spent at home recuperating from the dawn til dusk partying of January 1. I was never up for driving the firecracker-infested streets after midnight, so I end up at home, watching silly movies or one of the marathons (in this case, it was 30 Rock-- yay Tina Fey!).

As if all the party eats weren't enough, these so-called "family days" are spent eating, at the dinner table, in front of the tv, while breastfeeding S, playing with S, and most recently-- playing the Rock Band (thanks dear! ).

I am going to totally change my weight graph goals because I not only gained the 3 lbs I lost-- I gained 5 more in the process. Here's a good look at what I my mother served up during the holidays.

Here's Christmas:

It may not seem like a lot, but there were only five of us at the dinner table. That's a plate of cold cuts, cheese, and olives good for fifteen people. Next to that is a whole foie gras. See the glistening yellow crust? That's pure duck fat. That abomination on top of the rack is my mother's red velvet cake. It's thick, dense, and slathered with real cream cheese frosting and sprinkled with gold and silver balls.

For such a small family, we managed to finish two bottles of bubbly.

For New Year's Eve we invited a few people over for cheese and chocolate fondue, crepes, ... and bubbly of course.

Right after that we plopped down on the couch and watched the Tina Fey et al make witty fools of themselves on tv. The next day we played Rockband. I wish I could post pictures, but my sister made me swear not to post them publicly.

Everything that touched my mouth was a calorie bomb.

I just got news that the site was reseting the program. I wasn't too thrilled at first, because I was already on week 7, but then quickly reconsidered when I realized that I'd fallen off the wagon around week 4.

Don't get me wrong-- I don't regret anything I ate, but I am grateful that I can bring back my body to fighting form again.

Good luck to all of us!