Stuffed
I just got back from BJ’s school where they had a Thanksgiving day feast. Oh, it was a feast all right. A veritable feast of calories, and fat, and sugar, and nothing that even resembled healthy. Oy. So I took my own advice and had a small serving of only the dishes I really wanted. All 10 of them. And when I got the table with my plate, it was piled ridiculously high. I mean I was sharing with Mia, my 1 year old and all, but crap, it was still alot of food. I didn’t eat all of it, but between my meal and the dessert, by the time I got home I was ready to pass out.
Now my pants are, of course, too tight, and I feel like I could sleep for a week. That’s one reason why I like to eat Thanksgiving dinner for DINNER. So I can pass out on the couch afterward. The one good thing about today’s feast is, I feel like I got some of the cravings out of my system. When it comes time to sit down at my own table, I’m pretty confident I’ll stick with my plan. Everything in moderation. Plus, since I’m cooking all of it, I can control what goes into it, right?
It’s a good thing I skipped breakfast and I can almost guarantee I won’t be eating much for dinner either. This feeling of fullness feels like it will last for weeks. Heck, maybe that’s a good thing!
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