I'm doing foodtastic, thank you.

It's the middle of the holiday week, and only a few days left until the New Year. Frankly, I don't know how much more eating I can take. Turkey, roast beef, stews, soups and desserts-- the sooner the year ends the better. As the waistband gets a little tighter, and the paunch gets a little bigger, I'm trying to figure out how I can keep a regular work out schedule. I started working out four days ago, and I did mighty well. Christmas and the purging of junk got in the way, and I don't think I will find much time between now and Wednesday to work out. I think it scares me that I could become fat, but to be honest, this developing Rubenesque figure does make me feel a little more womanly.

I'll just make a mental note to block out my trip to Loblaws though. As I was buying groceries this past weekend, this woman stopped me to ask me a few questions for a Goodlife Gym survey. Why me? Was it because I was rummaging through the chocolate bin for dark chocolate almond bark? Did it look like I needed to go to the gym? She only asked about half a dozen questions, but with each question my answer became more of a stare off into space as I thought to myself, why I wasn't working out more.

I've managed to get some rest during the break, and I do feel motivated to be more active. I've been doing something every day that gets me going, and when I have more time I put myself through a good workout.

It's not much but it's a start!

Holiday Survival Status

It is December 16, and a little over a week until Christmas. For many people this can be a stressful time. Present thinking, Gift giving, eating, and reflecting on the resolutions for 2007 can sometimes push people over the edge. Picture people scavaging like vultures over a pallet of toys no one would really want at any other time of the year. Imagine all the poor men at the mall, bored as they wait on a bench with dozens of bags, straining to see if their significant other is finished at stop # 321491. Envision all those poor souls working themselves to death at the gym as they try and check off the last item on their resolution list. Worse, think of all the people gorging themselves on food and with a shrug say, it's okay, I'll work it off as part of my 2008 resolution.

Ha ha ha, okay maybe it's not THAT bad, but with each passing year it feels like the holiday season is a little less fun, and a little more on the pain. What do you think?

Christmas Gifts

As usual, I've decided to give baked goods and chocolates instead of going out and buying useless stuff. I've just wrapped up 3 days of baking, and my entire body is in pain. Looking back at these three long days, 150+ cookies, and 50+ chocolates later, for those keen on giving homemade gifts as well, I cannot tell you how I managed it except for the following crucial things:

- Christmas with the Rat Pack Album
- Consumption of broken cookies (note that I did not intentionally break cookies to eat), and some delicious vanilla icing glaze on the side
- Consolation that you're going to be making A LOT of people fat, and that your holiday bulge won't be growing alone. Muwah ha ha!

Sugar cookies with a vanilla icing glaze, jam filled cookies, choco toffee snowballs, lime meltaways, and truffles rolled in chopped peanuts or coconut is bound to tempt people to indulging a little!

Holiday Parties

The bane of my existence. Here, I'm not doing too well. As the invites for parties roll in, I shudder at hearing or reading the words, "You and your significant/you and your loved one other is invited to", "Bring your boyfriend, girlfriend, finacee, husband, wife" (no friend?), and those awkward moments where someone will mention those terrible words, look at me, stutter, and try and fix what they said a few times before concluding that we can invite guests. It is nearing the end of 2007 and I am still single. That's not the problem, as I firmly believe a person is better off alone than with an asshole. However, a small part of me still wishes I had someone to take and show off. Then I wouldn't need to hear all about other people's significant others, and could instead brag about how wonderful my so and so is. As I find the list of compatible and available men getting shorter as each day passes, I wonder if maybe, just maybe, through some miracle by God, an intelligent, decent looking well groomed man will suddenly appear on my doorstep, pledging his undying love for me and commitment to making the holiday party season as painless as possible. I know what you're thinking-- that's a little far fetched don't you think? Okay fine. So is there some sort of legal service out there where I can rent a guy for an evening?

2007 Resolutions Progress Report

I'm choosing not to go into this in depth because I'm not sure how well I did. I'm a little chubbier on the tummy so I'll need to work extra hard to burn off this flab. After the holiday season of course.

Still no condo, but this summer marked a turning point. I had enough money for at least 25% of my downpayment, and started to look seriously. Only bitch was the market was, and still is, too competitive. There's a loft I'm looking at and I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I didn't continue Yoga, but I still maintained a pretty good exercise routine. Until work got so crazy I was falling asleep as I stepped through my front door. I did try my hand at softball. I'm absolutely terrible, and most likely brought my team down, but I did try. That counts for something right?

Lastly, not too sure how I've done getting over bullshit and garbage, and freaking assholes. Life would be much easier if people could be straight forward with each other. I've made progress though-- I've gone on a handful of dates this year, dated someone briefly, and I think I'm emotionally stronger now than I was in 2006. There's only so much a person can hope, or wait for, or stand be treated like shit.

I think 2008 will be a good year for me, I can feel it in my bones! Only 2 weeks left to this one, and then I'll be cruising along just fine.