New Years was really fun; I threw a party on New Years Eve (with a pink photo booth!) and hosted a brunch New Years Day. I have found my yearly tradition. Going out on New Years Eve always felt a little reckless; everyone’s drunk, it’s cold, cabs are all but non-existent, and I would rather be home, and warm, and barefoot. (Actually I started off in killer heels around 8 pm, made my friends acknowledge how awesome they were, and promptly took them off again.)
I had intentions of hitting the ground running in 2013 (Lists! Exercise! Determination!) and instead immediately fell on my face right out of the gate with a flu, complete with fever that spiked to 103.3 F – pretty much brain damage territory. I spent about a week in bed, (finally caught up on 30 Rock!) and ignoring the brunch dishes that needed to be cleaned up from January first. Now there’s something growing on the stack of plates that might be on its second phase of evolution and is freaking me out. I’ve debated just moving and buying all new kitchen stuff when I get there rather than attempt to clean out what’s in the sink. It’s really scary in there.
So… rocky start. Silver lining: I lost eight pounds from lack of eating, and I’ll take it.
How are YOU doing? Did you hit the ground running, or was this week a big mushy holiday recovery period for you, too? It’s ok. We’ll get ‘em this week.