Holiday fare is one of the most anticipated aspects of Christmas. It is also detrimental to my waistline. So, I adopt a mandate of restrained indulgence. There are dishes I prepare at no other time of the year, and I don’t want to miss a single delectable mouthful. The wise take stake of the offerings, they prioritize their favorites and calculate appropriate portion size. It is important to estimate which selections won’t make it to leftover status. My group is notorious for bypassing my beloved Brussels sprouts. That means I am free to help myself to the more popular items before the family devours them.
Taking an extended walk is a great tactic for burning calories. The fresh air is invigorating, and it lifts the food-coma hangover from my body. The weather is warmer than normal for December. Bundling in layers and wrapping a scarf across my face to defend against bitter cold is unnecessary. Today, with the temperature hovering at 60F, I only need a light jacket draped over the t-shirt I am wearing.
My meandering takes me further from home than I realized. Blue skies smile and the quest for what lies around the next corner, or past the horizon’s edge beacons. But I must turn back, leaving untold discoveries for another adventure. They promise to wait for my return.
How will you spend your Boxing Day?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer