It’s Monday: a new week, a new year

I woke up this morning with three extra pounds of holiday cheer. My hot husband calls his the Christmas wreath.

I’d made it to Hawaii and back with nary a gain. We’d run almost every day and the indulgences, while many, came in controllable doses. 

Christmas, New Year’s, and New York gave their pound of flesh. 

It’s been a month since I’ve seen the inside of a CrossFit gym. An angry old injury roared in reminder and demanded a reprieve from heavy things that make me happy. So we’ve played a different game—Peloton, rowing, and running. Lots of cardio. And so much wine. 

I woke up this morning and laughed at the numbers. December meant friends and family and happiness. A pound for each. But today is indeed a whole new day to play with. A whole new day: no regrets, and much less wine.

May it be a Happy New Year.