Stuffing the Turkey

If you are a first time reader, you probably are thinking that this is all about the Big Meal and wondering why is she telling me how to stuff a turkey now, 5 days later. Well read on...

The turkey that got stuffed was ME.

Part of me thinks that I can and better eat everything I love before I can't eat it any longer. And that is the part that I listen to the most. And, that thinking really made me "stuffed." I am sure I was not the only one, but a month before my lap-band surgery is not a very effective time to suddenly get a guilt trip about overeating.

I cooked the Thanksgiving dinner for the five of us, four friends and me. I did my early shopping, but of course forgot several things and made two extra trips to the grocery store. In between, I cooked. I planned the recipe with my friends' needs in mind, two of which are diabetic. That was a real challenge for me as I love lots of brown sugar in several Turkey Day recipes. I got creative and found other ways to sweeten the yams and pies. We decided to do away with mashed potatoes and opted for roasted veggies, which were a nice change. But we still had a huge turkey, two different kinds of dressing, and several pies - all the trimmings! And even though they left with over half the leftovers, there was still a lot of food to deal with. And you know me....

I DIDN'T WASTE ONE LITTLE MORSEL!

Dang!

So now, my daunting task is to lose the extra pounds and then some so I can show the doctor that I weigh less than last month. I wouldn't want him to think I am not trying!

BUT... If I could've done it all on my own, I wouldn't need to be preparing for the lap-band solution!

Anyway, the Turkey Day was a success for the most part. Except the Cowboys lost. That one hurt!

And I am still  4F

I am fair (haven't been in the sun a lot lately)
I am fat (ok, maybe a little fatter than two weeks ago)
I am fifty (actually a lot past, but that is a good thing)
and
OMG, after all that food, I am still flatulent!

HA! It ain't so hard to live up to my expectations.

Guess I better set my standards a litlle higher...