So, Merry Christmas! It was a great day of family, friends and food-- lots and lots of food. He-who-trains came for dinner, though I had to be clear: he was only allowed as my friend. Even the Pudgy Parson is not silly enough to invite the trainer for dinner.
Certainly, the day is not about gifts, but... I got an unexpected gift that thrilled me. I'd told my mom I wanted sweaters-- and told her to buy them a size smaller than normal. I reasoned that if I couldn't quite wear them now, I probably could soon. But surprise! They fit really well! (And one was even too large...)
But maybe fitting in a new size wasn't the best gift. Maybe the best gift was knowing that I'm a new person. That tomorrow, after a day of eating what I want and enjoying it, I'll be back to working hard. That the holidays won't ruin me. That, this year, when I make a resulotion, it will actually happen. That being the Pudgeless Parson is much more than a distant dream.