Sanity saver

So we had Thanksgiving on Friday again this year. It's been a bit of a tradition at our house. It started because Michael and I were both putting in insane hours at work and didn't have time to prepare, but we're both traditionalists at heart. So to be able to put a turkey with all the trimmings on the table, we decided to have turkey on Friday. His parents liked it because they go travel when everyone was eating their turkey. We also had some friends join us who have family nearby and had family obligations on Thursday.

So Thursday morning we went bowling, then grocery shopping. Once home, we baked cornbread for stuffing and made a couple of pumpkin pies. We had spaghetti squash for dinner, and cleaned up a bit. We felt so prepared that Friday morning we spend a couple hours at the zoo before picking up a turkey (19 pounds which was larger than we were looking for, but a small price to pay for a mellow celebration). With Michael helping, we got everything ready for a dinner at 6 PM. There's lots of turkey leftover, but we made a huge dent with sandwiches at lunch today.

Thanksgiving

I don't understand why I feel obligated to eat more just because it is there. Not just picking, but a second helping when I really am comfortably full. I guess it was foods I don't usually make, but not even that really. Because you're supposed to eat too much at Thanksgiving?

Except for stuffing and gravy, I actually did ok on Thursday. And nobody in our house wanted Pumpkin Pie, so I only made Apple, so I only had one slice, not two. Ok, yes, ice cream.

But we've been pretty active this weekend, not with "exercise", but cleaning around the house, I've been painting a set at church for the youth group, and I walked around a flea market all morning on Friday. Didn't get on the scale yet, so we'll see if I at least broke even...