Goodie, Goodie!

It’s simple. What could I do with less of? Goodies. Treats. in Navy talk – Geedunks. You know holiday candy, cakes, and generally caloric sweet stuff. Junk food, but ohhh its the holidays – indulge.

Around the house, it’s not too bad. I restrict my consumption of the fruitcake, sticking to non-salted nuts and fruits. But I confess, the odd cookie or two that just happens to sneak into the house.

I have no temptation for the hot toddy, wine, or other alcoholic concoctions that are on offer this time of year when we visit friends. So, I have no idea how that happens! Honestly! But in January, I’ll have six or so pounds of guilt to get off.

Getting it off coincides with the time of the year in which I have the most difficult time exercise-wise. I am very active in the garden, workshop, or walking in other seasons. But January and February? First of all, days are short, snow obstructs my walking, and I have an abhorrence of gyms.

Yup. I abhor the gym. Hop on this machine, go to that, get on the other implement of torture. Listen to the litany of the ministry of pumping iron. To me, it’s not purposeful. Now clearing brush. Chopping wood, going for long walks, gardening, and making maple syrup are useful.

January and February are the enemy that ultimately follows the holidays. The good followed by the bad and the ugly. So right beside the computer is a Post-it note. I scrawl on it every suggestion that seems workable to relieve the coming struggle. Some work, some don’t. But those pounds and the seasonal affect disorder won’t be defeated by wishing.