The day after the day after Thanksgiving and I’m still in the 100’s. Turkey’s may say “gobble, gobble,” but PastaQueen didn’t listen to them. I indulged in some holiday treats – bourbon balls, pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll, and double fudge cheesecake – over the course of two days, but never totally pigged out on anything.
After two years I think I’m just starting to get the hang of having to eat outside of my normal habits. Yet it’s still a battle every time. I came home Thursday night after a somewhat emotionally unsettling event and had to keep chanting to myself, “You do not want to eat half your fridge. You do not want to eat half your fridge.” And even then I ended up eating a pear and half a carton of cottage cheese. Good thing there wasn’t any pie laying around the apartment. That would have been the culinary equivalent of leaving a loaded gun lying around.
On Friday we visited my extended family and ended up hiking around some acreage my uncle had bought to build a new house on. I got to use the word “acreage” in a sentence! I also went on a little walk/temporary-escape-trip with some cousins, so I got a lot more exercise in than I expected. When hiking around the lot, which used to be a nursery farm complete with some leftover Christmas trees, I was quite proud that I wasn’t even getting winded when two years ago I would have collapsed after a quarter mile.
Now we just have to get through Christmas.