Christmas wishes

I heard this yesterday and it's something I think about a lot and would truly like it to be my Christmas miracle..."I just want to be able to eat what I want and still be skinny." That is my Christmas wish, my Christmas miracle. And honestly, who doesn't want that? My son must have a metabolism that runs two million miles and hour. I kid you not the child can eat every 10 minutes and is still a twig. On Thanksgiving he ate two HUGE plates of food, started in on a slice of cake the size of my head, stopped halfway through the cake to stretch, finished the cake and 20 minutes later was back in the kitchen warming up dinner rolls. His pant size a 29/34...there is seriously not an ounce of fat on the child. (I am looking forward to high school wrestling next year, not to watch him wrestle, but to see what his body fat test is, cause it has to be in the single digits.) I am jealous, but, again I remember that he A. is a 14 year old boy, I am a 33 year old mother of two. B. He religiously wakes his parents up every morning to take him to weight lifting, I religiously tell myself to work out more. C. He has some sort of sporting activity every week day, all school year long, football practice, wrestling practice, track, weight room. I walk to my vehicle every day...He can eat what he wants when he wants and still be skinny because he has earned it. This is not to say that his genes will catch up with him some day, look to your right at the pictures, genetically, he's not meant to be a "tall/scrawny." This is also not to say that he won't be mindful of what he puts into his body and what he expects to get out of it. I can already see the seeds of a "healthy lifestyle" implanted in him, as he will go for a run, on occasion, just because. Or reach for the milk, because he hasn't had any today and needs some calcium.
He gets to eat what he wants and stay skinny because that is how his body works...that is not how my body works. If I eat what I want and not what I should, my skinny jeans get tight, my face looks puffy, I get headaches, I don't sleep worth a damn and I end up stopping at Casey's and staring at the breakfast pizza instead of just grabbing my coffee and getting the hell out of there. So while my Christmas Miracle or Christmas wish is to eat what I want and still be skinny, my true Christmas wish is to just pull my head out of my ass and get back to doing what I know how to do. What slays me, is I keep telling myself I will recommit once the holidays are over..why can't I just say, I will recommit today? Because that's not how my body works....my body wants to celebrate the holidays without having to think about the size of my ass. My body wants to enjoy the Christmas wine and wonderful meal my mother makes and not sit in the corner with my gallon of water and my caramel nut bar. My body wants to have a few glasses of champagne at midnight on New Year's Eve and enjoy the cheesy chicken dip and chips and spinach and artichoke dip during the New Year's football games. Right now, in this moment, by body is fine at a size 12...but come January 2. My body wants that size 10. I turn 34 on the 30th of January. I want to have one pair of size 10 jeans by that time....that is what my body wants..That is my Christmas wish...(along with someone miraculously making calorie free fat free fettuccine alfredo that actually tastes like fettuccine alfredo but with that one, I will wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first.)