So I know that my husband has been wanting to go home for Christmas-this has been apparent, but he won't push it because tickets are expensive.
And I really do like his family, so when I say that I REALLY do not want to go back there, it is not personal.
In fact, it is all my issue. See, I have to hold my breath through the pastry/cookie/pie section in the g-store, but I cannot hold my breath for days at a time.
In fact, my MIL is an excellent baker. And she bakes EVERYTHING for Christmas, including her signature cookies with Reeses cups in the center-my arch nemesis.
It is IMPOSSIBLE to get away from the cookies etc, and I do realize that I do not have to put anything in my mouth...BUT...
Have you ever been around that much baked goods? Does your mouth salivate at their appearance? Does your stomach growl around the goods? 'Cause I know mine does.
And do I really want to spend four days in a state of horrible hunger?
Also, do I want to answer the questions as to how/why/when etc I lost 44.5 pounds? I am not sure I am ready to break out my Medifast blender, crappy shakes, and tiny granola bars in front of anyone but hubby-yet. Also, I would have to cook for myself every night, as I am so sure that nothing, especially MIL's cheesy potatoes, would be within the plan.
So at what point does my selfishness to prolong my weight loss become the bad selfish where I keep hubby from his family. And, no-he refuses to go alone.
Does anyone else find that they have the intense desire to hermit themselves on their couches through the holidays??
BTW-lost four pounds this week, so obviously those annoying P90X bitches (girls AND guys) know what they are talking about...