December is a nightmare in terms of nutrition. It's one of the times of year that I am very glad that I no longer head in to the firm 5 days a week.
Gift baskets, home-made cookie exchanges, candy bowls, chocolate and thank-you treats passing by my desk as well as the unrelenting barrage of peppermint, eggnog, gingerbread and pumpkin lattes at the coffee shop downstairs and on the walk to work are impossible to dodge.
That, coupled with holiday parties filled with delectable food and amazing drinks, would normally instigate a good 5 pound jump on the scale, not to mention sugar comas and caffeine highs.
This year is going to be different baby. I'm going to get in BETTER shape this December. I don't really need to lower my number on the scale - in fact I would like to add some muscle tone and definition so my number might actually go up.
But if there is anything that I have learned over the years with my two fantastic trainers it's that the scale doesn't mean shit. It's an indicator but that's it. Total body fat, your appearance, how you feel, your health and how your clothes fit are, or should be, more important to you.
