November 30th: "This December, I'm getting my summer body." December 15th: The body has not transformed. The small chops have transformed. The puff-puff count is high. The gym membership is a donation. The summer body is now a winter body. The winter body is now just body. The Detty December fitness promise is an annual ritual of self-deception. We make it before the parties start. We break it at the first event. We restart it in January. We forget it by February. The cycle is eternal. The body is patient. The body remembers. And the excuses! "It's the holidays." "I'll start fresh in January." "One plate won't k'll me." The one plate becomes seventeen plates. The "fresh start" becomes "fresh excuses." The holidays are two weeks. The damage is three months. But the psychology! We don't actually want the summer body during Detty December. We want the summer body for the photos. For the posts. For the "look at my transformation" content. The body is content. The fitness is performance. The health is secondary. The real transformation happens quietly. The person who actually exercises in December, not for posts, but for sanity. The person who actually eats moderately, not for likes, but for energy. The person who is actually present at the party, not performing for the party. The transformation is internal. The transformation is invisible. The transformation is real. Did you achieve your Detty December body goals? Or did the small chops win? Be honest.
