How is it that I went through this holiday season with zero visits to the gym and eating a ton of calories - with a net weight gain of only 1/2 pound and a meter average of 133 mg/dl?

If I knew the answer to that question, I'd be rich. 

I'd bottle the secret and sell it.  Well, I'd give it to you if I knew and liked you, but mostly I'd sell it.  And probably eat the profits.  And you know, that wouldn't be a big deal, because I'd have the secret.  

I've got some theories....

Karma?  I'm pretty nice.  And I've mostly been good this year in terms of diet and exercise.  Perhaps I'm reaping the karmic benefits of my past good deeds and behaviors?  

Sleep-exercise?  I have this wild fantasy that I've been going to the gym without knowing it.  A fantasy where in the middle of the night, I stumble from my bed and get in a solid workout, without having any conscious awareness of having worked out.   Somehow, my muscles aren't sore.  Maybe they've also forgotten we worked out all night long?  

Power of positive thinking?  Um, not to get all new age on you.  But I actually tried to visualize myself making it through the holidays unscathed by unwanted pounds and astronomical high and low bloodsugars.    Could it be that energy really does follow thought? Have I birthed into reality the positive thoughts I tried to maintain through November and December?   

Magic.  Miracle.  The unexplained.  Are ghosts burning my calories?  Did David Copperfield stop by my house (yikes!) and wave some magic wand making mg/dl of bloodsugar and poundage disappear like the Statue of Liberty?  Should my cat be anointed a saint due to her healing powers?  

I guess it's probably some combination of the above.  A kick-started metabolism, luck, happy and positive thinking, late-night sleep jogs, miraculous felines, creepy magicians.  

What do you all think?  How did that happen?