The Day After
Thanksgiving dinner went pretty well. I enjoyed the meal without needing to unbutton my pants and roll around on the floor cursing the gods for overeating. That’s a good thing, right? I stumbled a bit on the desserts, but mostly everything went well. What worked? I got at the end of the buffet line so I wouldn’t be finished with Round 1 before everyone else. I fixed a plate with a big salad and turkey, and then I took SMALL (too small actually) bites of noodles, mashed potatoes and corn casserole. I earned an A+ for dinner. The hiccup came at the dessert table. Any freaking time there is a TABLE devoted to sweet things, there is going to be a knock down if I’m in

What Awaits?
Is it the anticipation of Thanksgiving that makes me hungry? I’ve been walking around the past week wanting to eat everything I see. I’ve avoided most temptation so all things considered, it could be worse. Holidays can set off some funky eating, and I really want to navigate around that this year. It requires planning, which pisses me off, but it is what it is. If I “wing” it, I know I will find myself staring down one of my Aunt Alice’s pumpkin pies in just a matter of hours. So, here is what I’ve come up with. Tomorrow morning I will eat an egg white and ham sandwich on high fiber wheat bread. Then I plan to ride the exercise bike for 40 minutes, a

Don’t Snicker At Me
I’m not feeling very inspired as I sit and write this evening. I had a rough day yesterday and succumbed to scarfing down a Snickers. Actually, I thoroughly enjoyed every decadent bite. I can’t remember the last time I ate a full-size Snickers bar – man, they’re good! It is the perfect combination – peanuts, caramel and chocolate. A 2.7 oz. candy bar has 280 calories and a whopping 14 grams of fat. I could have eaten three ounces of chicken, a baked sweet potato – with a pat of butter and a salad with vinegar and oil. I probably could have thrown in a small piece of fruit. I can’t keep crap around the house, but I found it at Wal-Mart when I picked

Yep, It Still Hurts
I have a little sore place on my tongue. It’s like a little infected taste bud, that’s what we called them as kids anyway. It’s just one tiny pimple-like place right on the tip that hurts like hell and feels like it should be “popped.” I don’t know what causes spots like this. Is it from cramming overly hot food in my mouth or eating too much of something that was really acidic? Am I to blame? What I do know is that it feels like a gigantic boil, and I’m pretty sure if lingers much longer, it will affect my speech. This phenomenon doesn’t happen often, but when it does I have a hard time letting it heal without a little “intervention.” I li

Black Friday Blues
I’ve been trying to decide if I want to hit the Black Friday sales this year, which I’ve only participated in a couple times in my life. The first time I went with my cousin, and it was fairly spontaneous. We talked about it at Thanksgiving Dinner, and the next thing I know, I’m setting my alarm for 3 a.m. to meet her at the mall by 4 a.m. As I stood in line outside waiting for her, in northern Indiana I might add, I realized I was woefully underprepared. Teams assembled around me strategizing about the moment the doors would open at 5 a.m. Each had a list of the things they would hunt down and rip from the hands of another shopper if necessary. My plan up