This Saturday we had Thanksgiving with my FIL (Thanksgiving with MIL's side of the family will be Thursday!).
It's *always*, holiday or not, an hours-long festival of eating at their house. Usually 4 courses - there are appetizers, hummus and chips, bread and cheese, olives, that kind of stuff, sitting out when we get there. Then there's a first course, pasta and things, then a second (sometimes a roast or steaks, this time TURKEY!), then dessert.
*I*. Tracked every bite. AND. I was within my calorie range for the day.
I AM AMAZING.
I'll never forget the first time I tried to "be careful" at dinner at their house, and then tracked stuff when I got home. Just dinner, with me having what I thought were small portions (well, they were smaller than what I used to eat!) was more than my calorie allotment for the DAY. And I'd eaten earlier in the day, too. AHHHH.
I am super proud of myself for Saturday. I skipped a number of foods entirely, I didn't take a small portion to be polite. I didn't eat anything from the "appetizers" part of the day (cheese puts you in a hole SO FAST. Who else has noticed this???) I didn't clean my plate when I had more than I wanted (course 1 was pizza AND lasagna, plus side dishes). I had one slice of turkey, a bite of stuffing, NO MASHED POTATOES! (I love them but I can make them any time, they are not special). And mostly lots of veggie sides. I didn't even eat my own dish! I brought a vegetarian "pie" because my BIL & SIL are vegetarian. I didn't eat any since I knew they'd send me home with leftovers. BOOYAH!
For dessert I planned to have a slice of pecan pie (I tracked that sucker at 8am, hahaha. WANT!). In the moment I decided to just have half a slice. Then I had a cookie and a single bite of one other thing. Didn't put stuff in my coffee (they always have ice cream and whipped cream on the table and I usually end up putting some in my coffee just because).
An even better victory - in the past we have come home from their house feeling so full we feel kind of sick, plus weighed down with tons of leftovers. This time I felt awesome ("I have leftover stomach space!" -me, to the husby) AND managed to not bring home TOO many leftovers. I have a reasonable portion of a couple things, and vegetables. Okay, and my husband brought cookies. Haha.
The scale is pretty much stuck at 268 for me. I tend to do this - drop a few pounds, and then stick there for a few weeks, so I'm not going to worry unless I'm still stuck in mid-December! Sunday morning I'd lost a half a pound, but this morning it was back. We'll see where I am at the end of this week... Considering I have Thanksgiving #2 to get through, I guess my goal should be to stay the same! 268 here I come... again.
Oh and for those wondering - I DID weigh the bewbs again, got a more accurate ~14 pounds total, ~7 pounds each, this time. That sounds a little more like it! I'm glad you all were amused rather than grossed out, hahaha.
Oh yeah, AND THE PACKERS WON YESTERDAY. My weekend was amazing. Not that the Packers PLAYED amazingly, but they pulled it off in the end. Poor Mason Crosby... I was wearing his number at the bar, too. I must've jinxed him! All the other drunk guy sports fans: "...Can I ask you something? Of all the jerseys, why do you have the KICKER'S number???" UM, because he's amazing??
Usually he eats pressure for breakfast, but he had a rough day yesterday. He's had a rough couple of games, but I AM NOT A FAIR WEATHER FAN. How adorable is this:
Both of them.
Okay, sorry, I promise to try to keep the *!*!*!*!* PAAAACKERRRRSSSS *!*!*!*! to a minimum...
OH DID I MENTION I WILL SEE THEM LIVE NEXT WEEK??? I'm going to freeze my booty off at Giants stadium (my husband STILL will not let me make him a sign that says "sleeping with the enemy"... what else do you bring to the Giants/Packers game with your Packer fan wife, I says??) and cheer them on in person. *loooooove*
Okay, NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW I'm done.