Happy Twixmas, everyone!
Wait, what do you mean, what do I mean?
Surely everyone knows that this weird period of time between Christmas and New Year is now officially known as Twixmas. (Ok so I only discovered that this morning when my husband asked me how my Twixmas was going - for a moment I thought it was a euphemism.)
ANWAY. Here's how the Independent explains Twixmas:
"Ah, Twixmas; that blessed time betwixt (geddit?) Christmas and New Year; a cosy bubble where nobody is expecting anything of you, you can hide out, switch off the phone and relax. And for most of us that six days relaxing means those six days from Boxing Day to New Year's Eve becoming a blur of round-the-clock onesies and pyjamas and hoodie or a towelling dressing gown and cable knit thermal socks."
According to the Independent, the most important decision most of us face during Twixmas is what to wear since it's a time when we relish the opportunity to loll about in onesies all day but also the time of year when friends and relatives routinely drop in announced.
Frankly what to wear is the least of my problems during Twixmas. Much more pressing is the question of whether to rein in my festive eating habits now in a bid to avoid resembling Mrs Christmas before the New Year rolls around, or just keep right on eating my way through to 2016.
Personally I adore Twixmas. I know some people start to feel stir crazy by about now in the Christmas holidays and begin craving a return to routine and normality. But I love losing all track of which day of the week it is and feeling as though a glass of fizzy wine with every meal is more or less justified.
I'm working on the basis that at some point during Twixmas I will reach a natural threshold whereby I won't be able to stomach another mince pie, smoked salmon canapé or glass of bubbly if I just keep eating like it's going out of fashion. By then my jeans will be bulging and I'll be ready to embark on a 'dry January' and some seriously healthy eating to offset all the stodge.
That's surely a much more sensible approach then denying myself when I can HEAR the leftover chocolate pavlova calling my name from inside the fridge.
But enough about me. How do you feel about Twixmas? Are you relishing the chance to be on a go-slow for a few days, inspite of not knowing what day of the week it is? Or have you had enough of turkey leftovers and are you itching to take down the Christmas tree and get back to normal?
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