Saturday, November 26, 2011
I didn't blog yesterday, so this is a quick catch-up.
I overate on Thanksgiving and I DON"T CARE!!! The food was delicious and time spent with family was a blast.
We had dinner at my home early because hubby works 4pm-midnight. So, I'll count that as lunch. It was quick and uneventful. My parents were there and my middle sister. The turkey was pink when we sliced into it, so we had to put it back in the oven. I told hubby when you get a turkey that size (21 lbs) you must get one with a pop-up timer. He didn't listen to me. And I didn't say, " I told you so." But I wanted to.
My baby sister, her man (who might as well be her husband) and their 4 kids arrived late, as always. We had already eaten by the time she arrived. Tracy, if you're reading this, you know I'm not lying. You are ALWAYS late. If dinner is at 4pm, I tell her it's at 1pm so she'll get here on time. She's picked up on the time switch thing, so it's no longer working.
We sent my hubby on his way and we packed up our dinner party and took it to Tracy's in-law's beautiful home. Don't even get me started on how beautiful their home is. I'm a real estate agent and wanna-be interior designer so I was in my element. Food was on my mind second to the tour of the house.
Then we ate dinner and laughed for hours. Now everyone who knows me knows that I go to been with the sunset. But I couldn't pull myself away from the wonderful feel of this evening. I sat at the couch and I needed toothpicks to hold my eyes open. The majority of the people, and there were a lot, were waiting to go to Walmart at 10pm to start their Black Friday shopping. I couldn't hang, so I said good-night to them at about 9:45PM. Ugh, I've been up since 4AM.
I had the best time ever and I can't wait to do it again on Christmas Eve.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I'm feeling a little melancholy today. I'm missing my son. For those who don't know, he's studying abroad in Japan. And having a wonderful time I might add. But this is the first time ever that I haven't been able to see him or talk to him on this special day. He was born on Thanksgiving day, 23 years ago.
My son's father was in the military and was unable to be there for his birth. My dad stepped in. My dad is the cook in the family and he was also by my side in the hospital. So if you can, imagine this...
Our home was about 15 minutes away from the hospital. Dad puts the turkey in the oven. Then comes back to be by my side. Then goes home to make the side dishes. And then comes back to be by my side. Of course, he has to baste the turkey, make desserts, etc. And he went back and forth ALL day.
My mom was a nurse, so she was at work at a nearby nursing home. She doesn't drive so my dad had to pick her up from work and bring her to me. By that time, my son had arrived and dinner was done! After all of that work, I was starved. So dad went home and fixed me a plate and brought it back to me.
My mom used to work at the hospital that my son was born for about 20 years. A picture is on the wall of fame of my mom holding me after I was born. Most of the nurses that she worked with in the past were still there. They coddled me for days. They hid diapers and formula in my bag and had my parents take it home each day. I didn't have to buy diapers and formula for about 6 months. I had t-shirts, pacifiers, blankets, etc.
Hmmm... now that this blog is written, maybe it's not my son that I'm missing. I maybe missing all of that attention.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone,
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Yesterday I was a bit disappointed with my weight gain at the scale. I was so good last week. I ate well, added some fruits, veggies, water and walked. A lot.
The week before I wasn't as mindful to what I was eating. Did a bit more fast food than I should have. I lost 2.2 lbs at the scale 2 weigh-ins ago, so I thought I was scot-free. I should have known better. The scale never lies.
I came home with the attitude of, "Oh well. Why should I care? Thanksgiving is coming anyway and I'm going to be up at the scale again next week." That attitude lead me to put on a feedbag and graze my way through the rest of my day. It started at 1pm and lasted up until 9pm. UGH!
WHY, WHY, WHY do I keep doing this to myself?! This emotional eating has got to stop! Remember in the classic movies when someone needed to "snap out of it" and they got slapped across each cheek with a pair of white gloves? Will someone do that to me please?
Okay. Pity-party over. And all over 0.4 lbs. Really?
Today I've got my new attitude in place. I've started my day with a cup of tea and a grapefruit. My meals are all planned. And after yesterday, I'm not even hungry.
My M-I-L is coming for a visit this morning. I know she'll want to go out for breakfast but I will decline.
I have a service man coming over today and I have to wait from 10am-3pm. Seriously, can't they give us an estimated time. Do I have to sit at home ALL day?
I guess I'll paint my hallway. It used to be red. This should be fun.
Have a great day,
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