When you surrender to the soul of the closest person, the daily rules no longer apply. Conversation, food and wine are intoxicating. The conversation is so good that you can't leave the table. Holiday foods are constantly emerging. I am back to the family story and the silky warmth of memories of the past few years.

I usually eat until I am satisfied, but now… it seeks space, I have to keep up, I can't do that… "I don't eat that coward." I can't destroy this emotion and turn everyone into reality! Somehow, I managed to find the space for the black nut chocolate and summon me back to my palette, where it will get all the comfort and warmth I need for this kind of holiday happiness. I have surrendered now…..talking back to a particular chocolate, the scorpion is full of enthusiasm, and when she unveils its mystery, you must taste and discover. This is no time to make excuses.

feels good. The eyes saw the snow blanket in amazement and everything felt safe and warm. The last place I want to go is indifference [I think 'reality']. Everything is inflated; until the day of the transition, you walk back to your own home….if you can adapt.

All the good times and drunkenness are gradually disappearing. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "I am doing my duty." Then dreamyly enter a favorite delusion… until I try on those skinny jeans!

It's time to take action, I feel passion again, and my exercise is inspired. I like Rocky Balboa. The champion of failure. As long as I try my best, I promise the results, I can only get better from here. It returns to clean living and sports.

Most importantly, I think this is a transition that is harder than anything. Resist the surrender to the hologram and then resist leaving them. It is this change that fuels the inner flame. Change is like a fresh air. The air caused a fire and fire was an inspiration.

Personal trainer… Holidaze was originally published on Spring