I write this to you from a post-stuffing and pumpkin pie coma. You know you've reached the estimated average Thanksgiving consumption of 4500 calories when your jeans literally become circulation and respiration inhibiting torture chambers. But oh, that stuffing, that one side dish I look forward to year long, that decadent, carbohydrate-saturated lump of sheer awesomeness. The wine, cider and sweet tea starts flowing, the food makes its way from oven to serving dish (plentiful enough to feed a small country), the customary family fights begin over cleanup and leftovers and before you know it, you've single-handedly consumed enough for a family of five. Then regret sinks in when your over-stuffed (pun intended) stomach pains you to sit, stand or bend. This, my friends, is what falling off the diet wagon feels like. No, this is what diving HEAD FIRST off the diet wagon feels like. However, Thanksgiving is the one day (well, maybe one of a handful of days) when we're entitled to total, guilt free self indulgence. The family is together (however functional or dysfunctional that family may be), and we remember those things we're truly thankful for.... I know how cliche this sounds, but I truly do have a lot - a whole lot - to be thankful for. I may not yet be (quite) the person I hope to be, but I am working on myself one day at a time and for the moment, I am simply thankful to BE me - to be a person surrounded by family and friends that love me, to be blessed with (relatively) good health, a decent-paying job, and a pretty nice roof over my head (if I do say so myself). It's nearly impossible to look at all this supporting evidence and deny that I am, in fact, a very lucky girl, and thank God for that.
Now, time to go pass out.
Until next time,
-J
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