01.01.70
It has been a longstanding cleft stick of sorts to question why the official "Holidays" don't extend out to the Monday after the Wonderful Bowl. The part of the "Holidays" I'm referring to is the feeding frenzy that goes along with each kindred dinner, office party, open house or gathering of friends that is clustered between Thanksgiving non-stop and final New Year's Day mimosa.
The overindulgence of drinking too many cosmos and eating crappy provisions doesn't stop when the last piece of confetti hits the ground in Interval Square, it just slows down to a food coma-induced swamped and then BAM! it's football Sunday, and smack in the middle of the playoffs to boot.
So many of us have woken up these ago three Mondays and diligently begun once again counting precious Weight Watchers points, shunning a hamburger bun in favor of a lettuce leaf and chugging gallons of water in hopes of a healthier, svelter and more fetching physique. New gym memberships peak and that neglected elliptical in the basement gets dusted off, oiled, and sees some use for the first time in months. Intentions are good, weight loss goals are sunny, and for most of this past December's resoluters, motivation is high. It all sounds like a heroic plan and as a collective whole, we truly want to flex our will-power fulled muscles for the long drag.
Source: Portland Daily Sun