My family just headed out for their 8 hour car trip back home, leaving my house a quiet place. But a place with much depth and brilliance, courtesy of my "little" brother and his tree lighting skills. Sis taught him well.
The holidays are a dangerous time in my house. Not just because I don't know how to change a light christmas tree light bulb- although it did get ugly yesterday. There were many broken fingernails, then pliers got involved, and then there were many broken bulbs. Cursing ensued. No, mostly it's dangerous for my waist, my wardrobe, and my productivity.
I've spent too much time in the kitchen and not enough at the keyboard (or on - gulp - the treadmill) this week. I'm so overly stuffed I can barely type today. It may have something to do with the bread pudding with whiskey cream sauce I had for breakfast - and midnight snack, and dessert last night. It may have more to do with all the pineapple casserole, mashed potatos, apple pie, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, grilled pork chops, stuffing, and half a dozen other dishes I've greedily devoured the last few days. Notice "salad" is missing from that menu. It's a good thing I've got kids to decorate the lower branches of the tree, because I probably couldn't have bent over to do it myself yesterday.
I'm going to need a bigger treadmill if I don't stop eating soon.
I've got a bad habit of nibbling while I write, and the three buckets of snack mix (home made, and the best damn "nuts and bolts" I've ever tasted) aren't going to be easy to resist. Especially since I can clearly see them siting on the top of my fridge from my desk.
I need a holiday resolution, and I can't afford to wait unti New Years. More writing, less eating. And no rewarding myself with food, because my willpower is a mythical thing - "Imaginary; fictitious." When I tried a Hershey's Kiss for every 100 words, it turned into "I might as well eat a half dozen, because I don't want to have to stop in mid-paragraph to have my reward".
Today's post is going to be a short one. I think before anything else gets done today, I need to clean out the fridge - and most of what's in there is going to have to be disposed of. But it's for my own good really. If all these delicious treats stay around any longer, I won't be able to fit in my car by Christmas, never mind my clothes.
Everything must go. Except for the snack mix. A girl's gotta have *something* to use for brain food.
Anyone else go overboard on the eating this week? >G<
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2 comments:
Ugh, tell me about it. I literally ate myself sick on Thanksgiving Day. I was pleasantly stuffed - until the 8 pies were brought out. "Tiny slivers" of blueberry, pecan, pumpkin, and peanut butter later, I was in PAIN!
I'm not much on snacking while writing, but I do have to have some kind of beverage at my elbow. And plain water won't do it - it's diet pop (not good for you) or coffee. With fat free half & half, but I'm sure I use too much of that to qualify as healthy. :)
I stayed home with the recuperating baby for T-giving so I didn't expand my waistbands like I normally do. I didn't even cook. However, Daddy and #1 brought a LOT of leftovers home from the in-laws and an entire (damn) tub of cookies. Jeez, how much do they think a family of 4 can EAT before they go stale?? Not that many!
Jody
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