12W12S11: Back In Business

I gained 6½ pounds over the holidays.

There, I said it. And now I'm over it.

In fact, I'm so over it that I'm already down three pounds from my "highest" weight from "Christmas break" -- and that's after I had honey-mustard ham, three-cheese scalloped potatoes with bacon and chives, and California blend vegetables for supper.

I'm not going to lie: I basically acted like I wasn't on a diet for the last two weeks. I guess technically it's safe to say that I wasn't, not really. I ate whatever the hell I wanted to -- shrimp, hot roasted-red-pepper-and-Asiago-cheese with crackers, Five Guys bacon cheeseburgers, candy-coated apples, cookies, Fluffernutters, Belgian chocolates, white Russians, wine coolers, all of it. Practically a bender.

And it was awesome.

Now it's the first Monday of January, the beginning of a new week, a new month, a new year. People all around me are making their resolutions, their promises to themselves to lose 15 pounds or work out five days a week or eliminate carbs from their diets, and I ...

... I'm already light-years ahead of them, because I already lost that 15 pounds. Yes, I have a lot more to go, but I've been doing great so far. And I know it. I gained those 6½ pounds over Christmas, and I can still button those size 16 pants. SIZE 16. That is the smallest size I've been in as long as I can remember. I am four sizes smaller than I was when I started.

I'm not making any weight-loss resolutions, because I don't keep them, but I am saying this: by Valentine's Day this year, I'll be able to buy pants in the "regular" section of a department store. That's not a goal, that's a deal I made with myself.

I'm back in business, and ain't it grand? Let the good times roll.