Well, it is the day after Thanksgiving Day and the dust has settled.
My body has finally stopped groaning at all of the food I consumed. No, it wasn’t the quantity in total, it was what I ate.
I have spent the last year trying to lose weight and have been successful — almost thirty pounds, and I still need to lose quite a bit more for health reasons. I am confident that I will succeed — eventually.
I’ve made some major changes in what I eat, how much I eat and when I eat — even what I keep in the house, because I do know my limits & don’t want to tempt myself. Also, I space out my “treats” with a minimum of multiple days between so my body can readjust. So, if I eat out, then I always make sure there are at least three days between before I do anything else special. But there are some nasty little habits that pop up at the most unexpected times.
I guess, my will power needs a major overhaul. Yesterday, my wonderful son-in-law, bless his heart, suggested that we have some of the pumpkin pie while we waited for the turkey to be ready. We were playing a game of cards and it was mid morning…breakfast was eaten hours ago and we hadn’t planned on eating our main meal till 2-3pm, so why not. That was not the will power problem.
My son-in-law brought out a monster slice (each piece turned out to be one-sixth of the entire Costco pie) for each of us. Mind you, there were only three of us. Again, this isn’t so much the will power problem.
“What–not the problem?” you ask.
Nope. Not the problem. You see, though it was a very, very large piece of very high calorie food, I had decided that I would not have any more after dinner. Good for me.
Well, I was even a good girl all the way through dinner. Not too much stuffing. Not too much of my cherished, calorie-laden family recipe of sour cream mashed potatoes. And I was full, but not overly stuffed like I have been in past years. I felt great. Pat on the back. Good girl!
After dinner, we cleaned up & put stuff away, played more cards, watched a couple videos, chatted and just had a marvelous day. Then, when the traditional “dessert time” came, I conveniently forgot what I had promised myself. To make it worse (I would love to be able to blame my son-in-law), I was the one to go in and serve up the dessert. I cannot blame anyone but myself for the size of the slices that I cut. I duplicated the previous serving size for everyone, and with a great big smile on my face, served everyone up.
And I ate the whole blasted piece. It did taste extremely good. I should have stopped when I was feeling full, but the desire for the taste kept me going. I think I actually forced myself to eat the last bite. “Good girl. Clean the plate,” echoed in my mind from my childhood.
Oh. That makes two problems. Will power and old, old habits. I think they gang up on me when I’m in a weakened state. Since I had caved-in to buying pizza (with a salad, thank you) the night before Thanksgiving, then had my huge meal the next day, I broke one more of my rules…not putting space between “treats”. So, now we’re up to three! Ho, boy!
So, today is re-group day. I know better than to trust the scale today — it said I only gained a little over a pound…it’s usually day two that is more accurate, so I need to be extremely careful today. And for the next week.
There are left 0vers in the refrigerator. Not much, thankfully. I was able to halve everything, so my daughter and son-in-law took a fair amount out of the house. And, there is NO more pie. Yes! This is a very good thing. I will go back to my normal way of life…until Christmas.
Oh, bother. (I can hear Pooh Bear in my head anytime I say that and it makes me chuckle!)
The holidays are truly a mixed bag. So many treasures abound — time with family, wonderful aromas flooding back memories of times gone by…delightful time of the year.
Yet, so many little land mines to dance around. All that food that only comes out at Thanksgiving and Christmas — oh, yes…and Easter (and for other faiths, there are other days, too). Obviously family, the memories, all of the reasons to be thankful for the season far outweigh those little land mines.
But still, for someone battling with weight problems, it is a hard fought war. So, if you are in the midst of the battle, as I am, take heart. For every battle, there will be some losses, but the war will be won if you keep your heart and mind in the right place. Dust yourself off when you fall, pick yourself back up and carry on. That’s what I plan on doing.
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving, full of memories to cherish — and now, brace yourself for Christmas. Enjoy the season. Know the true reason we celebrate it and cherish it. Breathe. Love. Concentrate on what is important.
I know I’ll make it through, and so will you.