Showing posts with label feast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feast. Show all posts
Monday, November 30, 2009
How Restrained Was My FEASTING?
You see these articles all the time. “How to do” this or that, but do they REALLY live like that. Last week I wrote “15 Tips for Retrained Feasting. So I can talk the talk, but did I walk the walk? For the original article, go to: http://fatfamilyotherfwords.blogspot.com/2009/11/fifteen-tips-for-restrained-feasting.html Here’s my tally:
1 - Don’t skip meals. No problem here.
2 – Indulge a little. The operative phrase is “a little.” I had one piece of pie on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Perhaps that has a little too much.
3 - Small plates. Been doing this for years. I don’t need a huge plate, so why use it? It works year round.
4 - Pick protein. I like turkey, not a problem.
5 - Grab a garden. Good in theory, but fell apart in practice. Lisa invites me to her house when my kids are at their dad’s. She is a good midwestern cook, so there wasn’t a naked fruit or veggie to be found. Covered in marshmallows. Buried under cheese. It was delicious, but not no-cal.
My kids chose to have our dinner on Friday night. Since I worked Friday, Beth cooked. My rule for a 3 person Thanksgiving is one meat, one starch, one veggie and one dessert, but Beth wanted to make all her favorites. In addition to turkey, we had mashed potatoes from scratch, stuffing with apples and cranberries (m-m-m), baked sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, biscuits, gravy and apple pie. As a concession to me, Beth served marshmallows on the side for the sweet potatoes. I didn’t want to hurt her feeling, so yeah, I had a little of everything. She did a great job of cooking, but my diet was not in good shape.
Anyhow, I did NOT grab a garden, because no garden was available. Next year, I need to bring a dish that works with my diet. See point 10.\
6 - Less Booze. One glass of champagne at Lisa’s. One beer with my son. One glass large glass of eggnog. Not awful, but perhaps I should consider eggnog moderation.
7 – Don’t take a holiday from the gym. Again, it sounded good. In practice, I missed the mark. Wednesday night, Beth and I went to the movie after work. Good News: No popcorn. Bad News: No Gym. Thursday, I got home from Lisa’s after dark. Friday, our dinner was right after work. I tried to make up for it on the weekend by walking a total of 9 miles – 4 ½ each day. I’m not as fast as on the treadmill, but it must help.
8 - Sleep. Except for Black Friday, I want fine here.
9 - Relax. We-e-l-l-l. This is a stressful time of year in advertising.
10 – Bring what you need. Completely overlooked this one. I’ve always brought booze to Lisa’s. There’s no reason I can’t bring 2 things.
11 – Avoid temptation – literally. I didn’t go to buffets, but I do understand how tempting they are.
12 – Wait. Rather than loading up and going back for more, I gathered a moderately full small plate. Tried to eat slowly. (A problem for me.) And then waited a while before considering additional stuff. It did help. I tend to keep eating because others are. It’s not like I was hungry.
13 - Wear slightly tight pants. I’ve lost weight, so none of my pants are that tight. I did not wear elastic waists.
14 - Plan events that aren’t food focused. We did a movie. I wanted to do the early morning Black Friday thing, but neither child wanted to get up at dawn. Can’t say that I blame them.
15 – Avoid emotional eating. Not that emotional. I’ve been divorced a long time. A holiday without my kids is not a crisis. And really, it’s not WITHOUT, just relocated.
Summary: I totally missed what I should have done – bring something diet friendly. On the plus side, I tried to counteract it with exercise.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
A FEAST of Lettuce?
My kids are going to their Dad’s for Thanksgiving. I have no local family but them, so it doesn’t matter to me when we celebrate … just as long as we do it sometime. Lisa took pity on me and invited me over. In turn, I bring booze. I’ll try to show restraint – minimal hors d'oeuvres (mostly carrots), turkey and stuffing, a dab of cranberry sauce, veggies and desert. I can live without potatoes. It’ll still be too much, but it’s only once per year. That’s the problem. For the next month, we’ll be saying “it’s only once per year” a lot.
On Friday, Beth and I will hit the Black Friday sales. Then at 6:30, I’ll leave my car at the mechanic’s and she’ll drop me off at Farm King before 7 a.m. for their annual live broadcast. (You know you live in a rural area, when there is a chain of department stores called Farm King.) Sam will give me a ride back to the stations. I’ll work till 5 (lucky me), even though the only business people open will be too busy to look at an advertising person. Beth (my domestic goddess) is cooking our Thanksgiving dinner. This was her choice. (I can do it on Saturday, but she asked to take over last year and did great.) She’s even baking pie from scratch. I can’t tell the difference between pre-made crusts and scratch, so it never seemed worth the hassle. I’ll make over her for a lot though, because she’s gone to a lot of effort.
I wish I liked holidays better. When I was married, holidays were such a battleground. Dennis and his family pouted if they didn’t get them all. My mom got pissed, if she was bumped to the following weekend too many times. Divorce did not make it easier. When you work full time, it’s hard to be the perfect event planner … particularly when you quit enjoying them. I’m happy to let other’s have the hostess spotlight.
Since I won’t be cooking, not going food-crazy should be easier. That’s the theory, anyway.
Labels:
calories,
celebration,
family,
feast,
lettuce,
Thanksgiving
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