It’s that time of the year again when some of us have to attend endless rounds of parties.

I kicked off this year’s rounds with glee but with trepidation, remembering clearly what happened to me last year.

Last season, I threw caution to the winds, determined to enjoy myself. I forgot the cruel punisher waiting for me at the other end of the season.

From the second week of December, I convinced myself I was enjoying myself. So, I ate, drank and without a twinge of regret, awarded myself the glutton of the year award.

I was utterly shameless!

In hindsight, I can only yell at that woman and wonder if she had time-travelled from the famed famine-ravished Isreal of thousands of years past.

At the end of it all, when the second week of January trotted up, I found that I was the heaviest I had ever been.

I was disgusted with myself. And so my struggle began.

Initially, it was hard. I tried various things until I finally found my mojo.

I have lost about 7kg this year.

People who have not seen me in months keep telling me how great I look.

Weight loss is a beautiful thing. The benefits are endless.

In my personal journey, I have tried many diets, recommendations and routines. They either didn’t work or I just manged to lose less than 3kg and then put it back on.

Once I even paid a ridiculous sum of money for someone to send me a meal plan that was totally not me. I couldn’t even follow it! I ended up losing a little over 2kg and then quickly put it back on.

I have now come to learn that weight loss is totally about finding what fits you and works for you.

Don’t get me wrong, it still revolves around the simple math of burning more calories than you consume. What you eat is certainly at the center of it all.

I learnt how to eat what I want, at the right time in the right portion.

Gone are the days of tortured starvation.

As a former gym rat, I could have shot myself in the mouth to hear me declare that I would never give a penny of my money to any gym.

No, I would not. I’ve discovered dancing. My husband gave me this little music box. The darling rascal is a top contender for one of the best gifts I ever got.

I had a DJ friend of mine load a 32G card with all sorts of music into it. What a wild time I have in the comfort of my bedroom.

No gym clothes or any clothes for that matter needed. You must however remember to tighten your belly as you dance.

I feel wonderful and whenever I look in the mirror, I smack myself on the derriere and yell, “what da heck took you so long?”

Now that the insane rounds of parties have begun again, I am ready with a plan. 

When January 2024 rolls up, I am determined that I would concede no more than 2kgs which I can take off very easily before Valentine’s.

So folks, enjoy the parties, enjoy the season but remember your waistline may not have a say in the matter but it has the final say when the euphoria dies down.

Sorry if I’m sounding like a party popper but hey, what’s a girl to do when none of you sent me any Christmas goodies?


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