While most people gain weight during the holidays from overeating - I think I gained a pound or two myself - I lost 200 plus pounds this year. Yes, I'm now officially single. I'm single and have a 16-year-old son who drives his little brother around. His driving saves me from being the taxi driver, but also keeps me worrying if they are safe. Somehow, this isn't how I remember being single.
What happened? Never mind, I don't want to know.
And then there was that move from a house to an apartment. Our household lost more weight, but my folks gained a lot since I still have boxes stored in their exercise room. The family joke is the exercise comes from trying to get through the door.
Although the boxes are labeled, I'm still not sure what's in them. Maybe next Christmas I'll wrap a box and give one to each member of my family so I can learn what's in them.
Yes, I am unorganized. Every year, my Christmas cookies turn into Valentine cookies because that's when I get around to making them. In the past, teachers have been impressed when my children walk in with plates of elaborately-decorated heart-shaped cookies. If they only knew the hearts were intended to be snowmen, bells, stars and trees.
I did accomplish one long-dreamed-of project this Christmas. My kids and I made a gingerbread house. I confess this was possible only because of a pre-baked kit complete with cookies, icing and candies. This cut down the preparation time, but not the fun. By the time the project was complete, candy sprinkles and gum drops covered more surfaces of my kitchen than the gingerbread house. It probably took me longer to clean up the mess than it would have to bake gingerbread. And then my youngest was disappointed when he wasn't allowed to eat the finished product. I thought his enthusiasm was because I had sparked his inner-creativity, not because he was looking forward to a sugar-high.
He did use his creativity on Christmas Eve, when we baked a cake for the celebration of Jesus' birthday. This year, my son came up with the idea of making the cake like a snowman. It was a good idea, except the cake was dark chocolate and did not hold the white frosting. Dark-colored crumbs mixed in the white "snow." As it turned out, it was no big deal because it looked like a Georgia-snowman - the ones with pine needles and dirt mixed in the snow. Oh well, maybe next year we'll splurge on a pre-decorated cake, but it won't be the same fun.
Thanks, Thomson, for making my first year here such a great one.
Happy New Year!