Help! My multiple chins are suffocating me! I don't think I've consumed anything that isn't made up entirely of fat or sugar since the festive period began. I feel as though am turning into a wobbly me-monster. Gutzilla, if you will. Doesn't help that I've proper fudged my wonky foot up and I'm on a temporary, osteopath ordered ban from both Crossfit and running while it heals and all. Little to no exercise + ALL OF THE CALORIES is making me feel ever so slightly sluggish. Not even sluggish and in slow - more like, I feel like a formless lump without vertebrae. Hrrmph. At least I've been able to focus all my energy on growing this bad ass moustache. Cool, no?
Been a weird month, hasn't it? Soaring highs of snuggly (translate:drunken) Christmas family time and all of the obligatory "do"s leading up to the Big Day... Crashing lows of the inevitable hang overs accompanied by the depressing flurry of massive icons and influencers passing away. Just learned of Carrie Fisher's passing, which felt like a kick in my cheese filled guts. Such a funny, outspoken, admirable lady as well as a great voice for mental health. Just. Ugh. Don't know what I can say that hasn't already been said better. I'm sure if she had anything to say about it, it would be in the form of a cryptic tweet, made up entirely of emojis.
Instead of dwelling on feeling a bit morbid and watching the clock for when I have to go to sleep in preparation for work tomorrow (which I was doing for a little while there), I thought I'd hop on here and write something silly and try to raise a smile instead. On December 27th, we're officially in that void between Christmas and New Years where nothing makes sense, and the after effects of Christmas are fully upon us. Here, my friends, is my handy guide to recognizing when you've had a bit too much Christmas:
1. Lack of hunger, surge in appetite.
The patient may claim to have "forgotten what hunger feels like." At any other time during year, this will generally coincide with a loss of appetite, and the sufferer will have an aversion to food as a result. In the case of and overindulgence of "Christmassing", the physical feeling of hunger will be missing, but the desire to eat food intensifies, particularly if said food is presented on a cheese board or in a Quality Street tin. Unless that food is salad. Because it is Christmas, and who eats salad at Christmas? Monsters and rodents, that's who.
God, I miss nutrients.
2. Emotional Instability
After imbibing Christmas, you may not feel the correct emotions in any given situation. This may have something to do with the fact that you've been piss-arseholed for a month solid and you are living in a constant merry go round of sugar and alcohol highs and lows. Do not be alarmed if you find yourself laughing at "harrowing" TV dramas and crying when you see a video of a child getting a puppy for Christmas. And then watching said video over and over again even though you are watching them through a misty veil of salty, salty tears and can't tell which moving blob is the little girl and which is the puppy any more.
Mmm. Salt. Someone, pass the peanuts. I've not eaten for thirty seconds.
3. "Where am I? What year is this?"
There is a high probability that at any point between December 24th and January 1st, you will have no idea what decade it is, what the time of the day is and who these people in paper hats are around you. Don't freak out. Just do as the vaguely familiar people who all look a bit like you (relatives, perhaps?) are doing. Keep your pyjamas on, watch only films that you've seen a hundred times before to avoid further confusion and just keep shoveling crackers (the edible kind, not the ones that go bang) into your face hole until it passes. Hopefully, when you come around, you'll be in the right century. Don't worry - I've also heard the ice age sucked, but the fact that you have a onesie on and access to the internet should be indicative that that's not where you are right now.
4. Food Group Confusion
One of the more obvious signs that you've recently been off your tits on Christmas is that you may no longer be able to distinguish the difference between beer/wine and water. This is temporary. Eventually, you will remember that trusty, non-hangover giving H20 doesn't have bubbles in it and doesn't make you fall over or want to show your nan that "look, Nana, I can twerk!!"
Similar confusion can also occur between food and oxygen.
5. Smelling/Being Flammable
A sudden increase in gifted bath and body care items often leads to an over use of scented products. This symptom is innocuous enough and is usually the least damaging to the patient's health. As long as they don't stand too close to naked flames for a little while. Best save the Yankees for January.
Additional handy hint for men: No, those ladies aren't fainting because of the "enticing" fug of Lynx that shrouds you. They are passing out from the fumes. Please alert the emergency services.
Andy "sideburns and lipstick" Price looking rather dashing too.
Been a weird month, hasn't it? Soaring highs of snuggly (translate:drunken) Christmas family time and all of the obligatory "do"s leading up to the Big Day... Crashing lows of the inevitable hang overs accompanied by the depressing flurry of massive icons and influencers passing away. Just learned of Carrie Fisher's passing, which felt like a kick in my cheese filled guts. Such a funny, outspoken, admirable lady as well as a great voice for mental health. Just. Ugh. Don't know what I can say that hasn't already been said better. I'm sure if she had anything to say about it, it would be in the form of a cryptic tweet, made up entirely of emojis.
Instead of dwelling on feeling a bit morbid and watching the clock for when I have to go to sleep in preparation for work tomorrow (which I was doing for a little while there), I thought I'd hop on here and write something silly and try to raise a smile instead. On December 27th, we're officially in that void between Christmas and New Years where nothing makes sense, and the after effects of Christmas are fully upon us. Here, my friends, is my handy guide to recognizing when you've had a bit too much Christmas:
Too Much Christmas: The Symptoms
1. Lack of hunger, surge in appetite.
The patient may claim to have "forgotten what hunger feels like." At any other time during year, this will generally coincide with a loss of appetite, and the sufferer will have an aversion to food as a result. In the case of and overindulgence of "Christmassing", the physical feeling of hunger will be missing, but the desire to eat food intensifies, particularly if said food is presented on a cheese board or in a Quality Street tin. Unless that food is salad. Because it is Christmas, and who eats salad at Christmas? Monsters and rodents, that's who.
God, I miss nutrients.
2. Emotional Instability
After imbibing Christmas, you may not feel the correct emotions in any given situation. This may have something to do with the fact that you've been piss-arseholed for a month solid and you are living in a constant merry go round of sugar and alcohol highs and lows. Do not be alarmed if you find yourself laughing at "harrowing" TV dramas and crying when you see a video of a child getting a puppy for Christmas. And then watching said video over and over again even though you are watching them through a misty veil of salty, salty tears and can't tell which moving blob is the little girl and which is the puppy any more.
Mmm. Salt. Someone, pass the peanuts. I've not eaten for thirty seconds.
3. "Where am I? What year is this?"
There is a high probability that at any point between December 24th and January 1st, you will have no idea what decade it is, what the time of the day is and who these people in paper hats are around you. Don't freak out. Just do as the vaguely familiar people who all look a bit like you (relatives, perhaps?) are doing. Keep your pyjamas on, watch only films that you've seen a hundred times before to avoid further confusion and just keep shoveling crackers (the edible kind, not the ones that go bang) into your face hole until it passes. Hopefully, when you come around, you'll be in the right century. Don't worry - I've also heard the ice age sucked, but the fact that you have a onesie on and access to the internet should be indicative that that's not where you are right now.
4. Food Group Confusion
One of the more obvious signs that you've recently been off your tits on Christmas is that you may no longer be able to distinguish the difference between beer/wine and water. This is temporary. Eventually, you will remember that trusty, non-hangover giving H20 doesn't have bubbles in it and doesn't make you fall over or want to show your nan that "look, Nana, I can twerk!!"
Similar confusion can also occur between food and oxygen.
5. Smelling/Being Flammable
A sudden increase in gifted bath and body care items often leads to an over use of scented products. This symptom is innocuous enough and is usually the least damaging to the patient's health. As long as they don't stand too close to naked flames for a little while. Best save the Yankees for January.
Additional handy hint for men: No, those ladies aren't fainting because of the "enticing" fug of Lynx that shrouds you. They are passing out from the fumes. Please alert the emergency services.
Happy holidays all, and I wish you a speedy recovery from all the festivities!
😘
