Survival of the fattest

For the first time in weeks I am sitting alone in the house with a hot cup of coffee. Sheer heaven. Well, the dogs are here but they always are and they are quite pleasant. Furry, warm and loving. Simple creatures. When they are hungry, one of them kicks the dog bowl until they are fed. When they are happy, they frisk around the house with toy ropes, tails wagging. So easy to be around. I love my dogs. If only people were as simple.

It's been an orgy of work, sleep and family home for the holidays. Exhaustion reigned. An exhaustion so deep that I actually entertained the idea of going to church on Christmas Day so I could see my kids a little more! But I simply couldn't think of the proper outfit to wear. You know, an outfit that makes me look hot with just a touch of skank mixed with loving mother. (I doubt the proper outfit even exists.) I compromised by staying home with my eldest (fantastic heathen that he is) and he colored my hair while I sipped coffee.

I admit I reveled in the treats of the season. A co-worker's homemade truffles. Pie. Cinnamon rolls. All the damned fudge, toffee and cookies from the families my husband home teaches. (Wasn't it kind of them to give their insulin-dependant diabetic home teacher lots and lots of sugar? I ate it to protect him.) But I'm nipping that in the bud butt right now and have gone extreme low carb while I flush that shit out of my system along with the accumulated fat. Life is slowly settling back to normal.

How did you survive the holidays?

Oh, holy shite

I'm an all or nothing kind of gal. When I was in the church, I was all in. Everything was right and I tried my best to live all of it. Now I don't believe at least parts of it so it seems I've thrown all of it out. I'm not even sure I'm a Christian anymore. Maybe one day I'll figure out exactly what I believe, but right now I'm still a muddled mess. This is the first year I haven't put out my nativity set. Not so much because I don't want to, as because I didn't do much decorating and I'm lazy. So it sits in a box in the basement while a small tree stands decorated without the normal angel at the top of it. My holiday decorations minus religion.

A friend shared this video with me and I immediately loved it. And not just because I think Tim Minchin is weirdly sexy. No, it's because he loves Christmas while thinking that the religion side of it is shite.

I don't go in for ancient wisdom.
I don't believe just because ideas are tenacious
It means they are worthy.
I get freaked out by churches.
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords
But the lyrics are dodgy.

The holiday is about being with family, simple presents of socks and chocolates, and drinking white wine in the sun. And that's enough and more.

Watch this and feel my Christmas spirit. And laugh. I LOVE this guy.