Holidaze

By Author: Deborah Caruana RN, MES, CPT
Total Articles: 6
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It's the travel time, meaning hours spent sedentary. It prepares me for the visiting, when I know there'll be no activity. I try to see it as winding down to catch up with where our lives have gone in the past 6 months. A semiannual sharing and reflection with family. An enchanted time when reality is lived through a rose tinted holidaze.
Rules of day to day no longer apply as you surrender to the hearts and minds of those closest. Conversation, food and wine are intoxicating. You can't leave the table the conversation is too good. The holiday food keeps coming. I fall back into the silken warmth of family stories and recollections of past years.
I generally eat until I am sated but now its quest for space, I must keep up, I can't be that I don't eat that wimp. I can't spoil this mood and bring everyone down to reality! Somehow I manage to find space for that piece of dark nutty chocolate beckoning me to come home to my pallette, where it would receive all the comfort love and warmth I need to express in this state of holiday bliss. I have now surrendered.. The conversation wonders back to a particular chocolate ...
... that sister in law is passionate about and as she unfolds its mysteries you must taste and discover. This is no time for excuses.
Feeling good. Eyes wonder out to the blanket of snow and everything feels safe and warm. The last place I would want to go is out into the cold (‘reality' I think). All is swell; until that transition day when you walk back into the doors of your own home. if you can fit.
All the good times, and intoxication are fading into never ever land. I look at myself in the mirror and think I did my duty. Then dreamily go into a fond reverie.until I try on those tight jeans!!!
It's time to take action, I feel passionate again, my workouts are inspired. I'm like Rocky Balboa. Underdog to champion. As long as I try my best I am guaranteed results, I can only get better from here. It's back to clean living and motorvation.
More than anything I think it's the transitions that are harder than anything. Resisting the surrendering to the holidaze, then resisting leaving them. And it's exactly this change that fuels the fire within. Change, is like a breath of fresh air. The air causes a conflagration, of fire for inspiration.

Deborah Caruana RN, AAHRFP, NASM, ACE
email: deb@vitalsignsfitness.com
web: www.vitalsignsfitness.com

About the Author DEBORAH is a highly respected authority in personal training for overall health and fitness, with more than 22 years of experience and success.