The holiday season is upon us, and I am responding accordingly, aggravated, annoyed and overwhelmed. Every year it seems it gets more and more difficult to maintain a positive and cheery attitude, which I feel is essential when three kids are part of the equation. The simple task of decorating the house turns into a monumental task, and I become resentful that an ancient pagan ritual which the christians decided to make their own and then was blown out of proportion by Madison avenue takes over my world for an entire month (or longer)and dictates my life/schedule/kids schedule/monetary expenditure/food choices............
Oh, now we're getting to the crux of the issue, food choices. Do I enjoy the the holiday parties and gatherings that are staples this time of year, certainly! It's wonderful to visit with friends and spend time being merry. But what the hell is up with the lack of appropriate food choices, has EVERYONE lost their mind, or am I the crazy one?? Event after event, party after gathering, it's the same story, pastas, chicken dishes either in creamy sauces or fried, cheeses, heavy soups, breads galore, desserts of every manner from cookies (I baked them myself, you just HAVE to try one) to ice cream bars with 2 dozen available toppings, to pies, cakes, mousses....OMG, I think I'm going into diabetic shock just typing this!!!
It's been tough finding food that I can actually eat without feeling like a train wreck the next day, and it's also tough dealing with people who are not accepting of the choices I make regarding what I eat. During the holiday season, this is magnified because of the amount of time we spend with others, and I am being frequently reminded how, once again, the way I have chosen eat and exercise has put me in the minority. (nothing new here, been in that place on one level or another my whole life.!) Have been accused of being an extremist and neurotic, have been told to loosen up and enjoy, you only live once! All by people who also tell me how great I look......they can't say how strong I am because none are crossfitters.
All this adds to my generalized bah hum bugness, and I find myself with patience for very little. WODing 3-4 times a week, running 2-3 times a week, meeting the needs of three kids, running a very complicated home life which includes a wonderful, but often absent, husband, leaves me feeling like I should minimally NOT have to explain why I don't want that damn cookie, and really maybe some of those exuberant bakers should consider putting the flour and butter away, eat an apple, and come WOD with me!
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