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I Got Fat For Christmas

The holiday season is officially over.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. 

On one hand, extra time spent with my family and friends is always something to be thankful for. On the other, so is getting back to my usual sleeping, working, eating routines.

Something you may not know about me is that I have massive FOMO and usually am one of the "last men standing" so to speak. If I'm with my seldom-seen friends and/or family, you better bet I'm staying up until the last joke has been told and the last sip of wine/beer/whiskey has been drunk, sometimes after...much to the detriment of the boyfriend.

A week spent back home amongst some of my favorite people and places is definitely going to wreak full havoc on my already substandard sleep "schedule." Add a whole lot of food and free time to that, and well, I'm sure you can understand how easy it is for the scale to move in the wrong direction.

Yep, I got fat for Christmas. Here's the story.



When I weighed myself on December 22nd before leaving Colorado for Kansas, I was at 129.7 and this is how I looked.

We returned home on December 30th and I weighed in again the morning of December 31st. 

135.4.

Yes, I gained 5.7 lbs...in nine days.

FIVE POINT SEVEN POUNDS
And I felt bloated and sluggish and awful.

I was a little shocked at first, but then I really thought about how I got there. 

I extended my eating window quite a few times over those nine days so that I could make memories with people I care about a great deal. I even had two full Planned Indulgence Days (Christmas and Saturday the 29th for the bf's family get together), and lemme tell ya, I ATE. 

By the way, I had very good intentions of recording my windows and everything I ate and drank, but I only made it through recording from the 22nd to part of Christmas Day. My bad, but in my defense, it's hard to record every morsel you're consuming while trying to carry on conversations and be present.

BUT, I can tell you, I enjoyed meats and cheeses and veggies and chex mix and sweets and delicious beer, whiskey and wine and then I enjoyed them all over again. I never binged, but I whole heartedly indulged. 

I gained 5.7 lbs and I don't regret a single one and I'm not nervous about getting back to my pre-holiday weight, either. 

Why?

Surely you know the answer by now.

Intermittent Fasting. 

As of the morning of January 2nd, I'm already down to 134.8...and that's after being very not good on New Year's Eve, too. 


I trust this process and I trust that I have control over my food now.

Life is too short to worry about a few added pounds brought on by making happy memories and I will never be a person who stresses over them ever again.

If you'd like to get started with Intermittent Fasting, I'd love to help you. Feel free to email me or leave a comment below. You can also check out the great IF books on our Resources page.

To a happy and healthy 2019,

Carly

PS: I promise to clean my mirror before the next bathroom selfie!


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