I did cringe a bit before stepping onto my Ironman this morning. You see, during the holidays I'm always on a "see food" diet: I see food and I eat food. Except for those terrible Christmas cookies I had at work, everything tasted scrumptious, and I'm including quite a lot here. There was Boston creme pie, and red velvet cake, and coconut cake, and snicker doodles (love those), and sand tarts, and chocolate chip cookies, and... well the list goes on and on. You'll notice I'm not including two turkey dinners and and a pork and sauerkraut feast. Anyway, this morning it was time to see how much damage was done.
And the total cumulative gain I'd wrought was... 6.2 pounds. To be perfectly honest, I was quite relieved. I was expecting a much higher figure, since I really do love to eat. I'm not too concerned since the weight should be gone in about 2 - 3 weeks. In fact, the first thing I did after weighing myself was set up a cardio / weight training regime. Believe me, I'll be fine, just as long as no one waves a croissant in front of my nose.