Packin’ on the pounds for the holidays
So my weight has been slooowly creeping up. Last September, when I moved back to Mexico, I was a size 6. Slowly but surely that size has gone up, and up, and now I’m topping out at a size 12! Holy fat girl, batman!
Surprisingly, I’m not too upset about it. Being slim is nice, but it ain’t everything. I like the fact that I can eat a rice crispy treat for dessert if I’m in the mood. One thing I do miss, though, is the exercise. I acutally liked the grunting, sweating, out-of-breath grueling work-outs. There is nothing more personally rewarding than being in good shape physically.
But I also like to divulge in my sweet tooth. And for Thanksgiving I ate more candied yams and corn cake than Turkey. Here’s a little gem of info about me: I cannot stand chocolate. I honestly hate the taste. There are some exceptions (chocolate milk, and brownies) but other than that, I hate the following chocolate items: chocolate cake, ice cream, frosting, plain chocolate candy bars, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate cereal … you get the idea. White chocolate I love, and I’m not sure what the ingredient difference is, but there sure is a difference in taste.
Despite my chocolate hating ways, I’ve managed to gain about 20 pounds. I’m not too worried, though. Come January I’ll probably go back to my strict diet-Nazi ways and go back to my beach-body ready figure! (yeah, right)