By: Emily Carter
Date: December 26, 2023
Ah, the relentless aftermath of the holiday season. It’s that familiar feeling when all the joy and excitement fade away, leaving you to navigate the consequences of indulgence—whether it’s too much food, too many drinks, or a whirlwind of family gatherings. You find yourself on January 2, stumbling down the stairs, fully aware that you may have overdone it.
As I reach for my comfiest leggings—because let’s be real, jeans are not going to be my friends for a while—I can’t help but notice how I feel like a bloated balloon. The sugary treats and savory snacks have taken their toll, and I’m reminded of my decision back in October to embrace a few extra holiday pounds. But oh, how I regret that now.
I surrendered to temptation and bought every type of nut imaginable. The empty eggnog cartons I dragged to the recycling were so numerous that I had to make two trips, too embarrassed to face the judgment of my neighbors. Who drinks 14 gallons of eggnog, you ask? Apparently, that’s what happens when you’re committed to creating a festive atmosphere at all costs.
I baked with reckless abandon, nearly singeing my eyebrows in the process, and I’m still finding remnants of cookie dough in my hair. My house is a chaotic mess of ribbons and bits of wrapping paper, and I swear there’s glitter in places I didn’t even know existed—seriously, how does glitter manage to infiltrate every holiday celebration?
The advent calendar, once a daily source of chocolate joy, now hangs limply, a sad reminder of my dietary choices. Our Christmas tree, which looked so vibrant weeks ago, has lost more than half its needles, leaving it resembling a dry twig rather than the festive centerpiece it once was.
Now, my pantry is overflowing with snacks we don’t need, like cheese balls and chocolate-covered cherries. I should probably throw it all away, but I sense I’ll need a little something to ease the post-holiday crash. Maybe there’s a drop of eggnog hiding at the bottom of one of those cartons—just a little “hair of the dog” to keep me going.
While some may consider a post-holiday cleanse, I’m not emotionally ready for that. After gorging on rich meats and sugary treats, a detox sounds like a recipe for disaster. Plus, who wants to spend three days on the toilet? I need something to hold onto now that the festivities have come to an end.
I’m feeling drained, both physically and emotionally. I woke up determined to tackle my to-do list, but all those intentions are slipping away as I retreat into my holiday haze. The truth is, holiday hangovers are a real thing. Give yourself permission to take time to recover. Forget about those post-holiday cleanses, only set resolutions if you genuinely want to, and embrace the comfort of leggings for a while longer. Maybe by March, I’ll have my life back in order and be ready to squeeze into jeans again, but until then, I’ll be here—crying, picking cookie dough out of my hair, and counting the days until the next round of festive indulgence begins.
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Summary
The post-holiday slump can hit hard, leaving you feeling bloated and exhausted. With all the indulgence during the festivities, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. Embrace the recovery period, allow yourself some comfort in leggings, and don’t rush into resolutions. The holiday hangover is real, and it’s okay to take your time finding your footing again.