I’m not pregnant, it’s just holiday weight

That evil 7 pounds was hovering, just waiting to jump back on. A few santa cookies and party drinks was all it took. Well ok, there was the ever so brief vacation from exercise I allowed myself. I just wanted a real holiday break. From going without and running five nites a week. Now I’m just one more fatty, trying to ditch the pecan pie pounds.

Whether it’s 7 pounds or 70, almost everyone I know struggles with keeping weight off. And it only gets harder. In my twenties I could skip a meal and lose a size. Now it feels like it might take months to get rid of a few extra desserts. Which all seemed so worth it at the time. The brownies…red wine…oh and the mexican food.

New year, same old struggle.