At the end (of the year)

The end of the year, everyone knows, it's time for closing balance. How this 2008 was, how much you got, how much you gave, how many shoes you'll be able to wear also the next season, etc... but the most important balance is the "scale balance". After the Christmas huge libations, to get on the scale can be as scary as watching "The Exorcist-Integral version". But one has to. If not, how can you make the eternal good "new year" propose of losing weight? So, this morning after taking a tranquilizer, I've putted my trembling feet on the vicious engine. What a catastrophe! Even the economic crack of the previous months isn't so awful. Months of efforts and sacrifices dissolved in one clap of hands under the weight (literally) of pandoro and panettone. I hate Christmas. Putting on weight in this period could produce many humiliating situations in the following weeks: sales are coming fast and an appointment with stores is just round the corner. Dressing rooms could transform to "torturing rooms" worthy of Torquemada. During the sales period, sizes are bizarre by definition: or so big that you think they've been once owned by Pavarotti or so small that a lilliputian can wear them neither. You have to fall into one of these two category, lilliputians or Pavarotti, no way, and personally I prefer falling into the first one, so pre-sales diet has always been one of my strategies. Christmas tried to ruin my plan, but I'll be stronger than him. Gym, salad, water and whatever! I'll change myself in a Indian guru on the way towards the Nirvana! This year, I'll buy only clothes size 38, I promise. Also because I doubt the terrific Chloé jeans I've putted my heart on are available in a bigger size.