As I write this, I am curled up in bed, sighing like a horse (is that even a thing?) because I’m stuffed to the brim, and reflecting on a crazy couple of days. Yesterday was truly the beginning of the craziness – I covered the early morning kitchen shift at the coffee shop I work at for a coworker, then went home to a house full of family and the lovely scents of pies in the oven. Later in the evening, I headed back down to work to decorate the coffee shop for Christmas with my manager and her family. We worked well into the night, as well as into the wee hours of Thanksgiving morning, and it was all so much fun – from listening to Christmas music as we worked, to watching the shop come to life with the shimmer of twinkling lights, and the festive flair, perfectly fitting the season! This morning, I woke up early to participate in the Run to Feed the Hungry for the first time, and I can’t wait to make this an annual tradition!
So now, for the food portion of this Thanksgiving. Today was definitely a cheat day! I have not had one cheat day since the beginning of April, and the decision to cheat was a conscious one which I’ve thought about long and hard for the past (not gonna lie) month or so. Part of me was terrified that I would fall off the bandwagon, and the competitive part of me wanted to prove to myself that I could resist food temptations even on Thanksgiving. So here are my reasons for deciding to let go a little today:
- It’s Thanksgiving…..duh…..
- The past month has felt a bit like a tunnel with no light at the end. Despite my best efforts, I’ve been facing a bit of a plateau again, which has made me feel a bit hopeless, and desperate to tackle these last 10 lbs and be well on my way towards maintaining the loss. I guess part of me was afraid that, if I did make the sacrifice, and didn’t see a loss on Monday morning, I would regret missing out on enjoying some of my most favorite foods (some of which only come around once a year!).
- Food brings people together, and today was a time of fellowshipping together as a family.
And now for what was on my plate:
I prepared my stomach for the feast with 1/2 of a small sourdough roll, and 1/2 of a small brioche roll. I also enjoyed a little raw goats milk with espresso. For the feast, I ate one plate of food comprised of smallish (some very small, but all smaller than my fist) portions of caesar salad, turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, candied sweet potatoes (my absolute favorite), brussels sprouts, one of my grandma’s Hungarian cabbage rolls made with home-soured cabbage, and a homemade brioche roll with grass-fed Irish butter. I ate slowly, savored my food and the many conversations, and enjoyed every last bite. After dinner we danced to some Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra, cleaned up, and moved on to dessert where I enjoyed a small sampler plate of homemade apple, pumpkin, and triple berry pie, with a very small serving of my aunt’s fluffy jello pudding. The pie was eaten slowly, and I certainly appreciated it more than I have in the past. And then………it hit me. I felt SO full. I’m just glad I wore stretchy pants to accomodate my budding food baby. So there’s that. I loved letting loose a little, but I can honestly say that I am looking forward to being back on track tomorrow.
I am thankful for too much to write. This year has been an incredible journey full of new experiences and opportunities, but everything points back to the people in my life, and I am so thankful for my family and friends. As my grandma said tonight, “this is a weird family”. It really is, but it’s delightful.
Happy Thanksgiving, and goodnight!