Holiday Silliness

It's been a month since I blogged about my rediculous effort to get into descent shape. In that time period, Marcela has decided that I had gotten in good enough shape to kill my whole body. I'm not sure there was a part of my body that isn't sore after our sessions. I'm not sure why she does that to me...I thought we were friends. (sniff). I'm kidding. I was made aware that I need to do more of the things that I don't like to do to get into good shape. I am still very happy to be in average shape...it sure beats not being able to walk up stairs comfortably after less than 100 jumping jacks. (I still don't do jumping jacks. I REEEALLY hate jumping jacks.)

Any ways, I have been noticing that with the holidays comes a lot of extra calories. You can't go any where without being offered cookies or drinks or treats of other kinds. I have no problem turning down store bought treats, but turning down homemade stuff is like saying, "I don't appreciate all the time and effort that you put into making this, I'm sure it's good but...it's not good enough to tempt me and cause me to put an extra half an hour into a workout." I actually don't have much of a sweet tooth, which is why it's fairly easy to stay away from store bought sweets. But I love people...I love trying out their cooking that comes from their heart.

All this said and done, yesterday was Thanksgiving (at least it was when I started this blog). In America, many households have made it a tradition to go insane with a huge dinner on Thanksgiving. My mom usually makes enough food to feed the neighborhood. She does it from her heart. I have always eaten everything she ever makes because I want her to know that I love her. (It is almost always amazing. She's a great cook....The only things I don't like are things that have a lot mayonaise or sour cream. Other people love it...I just am not a fan of mayo and sour cream.) I decided that I wasn't going to let me trying to watch what I eat interfere with our Thanksgiving tradition. I love my mom and her cooking way too much for that. Soooooo......I decided. I was off from work early on Wednesday and Thanksgiving...so...me and every other member of the gym decided to hit the gym. I was struck by how silly we were all being. It's like paying pennance for some sin that you're planning on committing. As you'd get off a machine someone was waiting to get on...I'd say, "I was going to wipe that down" and the person following would say, "Don't bother." Ewwww...I would wait and if the person didn't wipe it down when they left, I'd wipe it down. Other people's sweat is gross...MY OWN sweat is gross to me.

Any ways...on Thanksgiving I helped my mom with some of the preparations and test tasted everything and had a helping of everything that she made and I made...but only one. I was struck by the over-indulgence of it all when so many in the world don't get that much food in a month...but it was sweet...it was what we do.

The day after, I made arrangements to meet with my marathon running friend on the killer trail. I was right. She is going to kill me if I try to keep up with even the slowest of her paces. I've met with her three times to walk/jog the killer trail. Two of the three times, I got sicker than a dog a couple of hours later. Marathon running is no where to be seen in my future. I'll stick to Marcela making me sore, it sure beats spending the day in the bathroom being sick. Ewwwwwww...