Yesterday was harder than I expected it to be. I skipped the family Thanksgiving and opted for the Orphans Thanksgiving with some friends. So, I missed the emotional roller coaster of fun. My husband was super supportive and told the family that he was really pleased and supportive of my choice. I gathered my troups and we walked the Turkey Trot and then I blithely made my green bean casserole - MF style and headed over to the host house.
So much good looking food at our 2 o'clock dinner, and none of it OP except my green bean casserole and the turkey. I felt a little bad because I couldn't partake in the roasted veggies (that were carrots, parsnips, potatoes, garlic, and something else off program), nor the salad that was reportedly a lovely finely chopped brussles sprout, pecorino cheese and small amount of nuts, and certainly not the gravy, stuffing or cranberry chutney OR cranberry sauce. But I was feeling super good when everyone else was complaining about being so full and I was pleasantly satisfied. That was ok.
It was the next 8 hours that were the struggle. The pies and tiramisu at 4:30; I had my (chocolate mint soft serve) decaf peppermint mocha. The constant snacking on said pies until I gave in at 6:30 and made my brownie with 1 teaspoon of the freshly whipped cream. Then the next round of snacking on the chips and hors d'ouvres while we played board games... I broke out my nacho chili cheese puffs at 8:30. And for the first time on program, I had gone through all my MF food and it wasn't even 9:00! And I was still struggling to not snack like the rest of them!
I am super super proud that I stayed on program ALL day, but it was certainly not as easy as I had hoped it would be. I drank lots of water and cups of mint tea but it was just not easy to be there while everyone ate and ate and ate. None of them ate copious quantities, but everyone ate little bits of something every half hour or so - a sliver of pie, another ounce of turkey, a forkful of stuffing, a tablespoon of tiramisu, a couple of pita chips, some cheese, a small plate of salad... I finally had to tell my husband that he had to stop eating. I couldn't continue to sit next to him if he kept snacking and eating.
And, at the end of the evening I broke out my bag of goodies - the bag of food I had cleaned out of my cupboard of foods I can't eat on program - and everyone took a little something; rice noodles to the gluten free friend; nuts to the cyclist; chocolate to the runner; homemade granola to the naturally skinny guy; popcorn to the newly hired accountant working 90 hours a week. I came home with my bag empty and my heart full but boy was I craving a little something something.
Thank goodness for the 1/2 c of cottage cheese I had in the fridge and thank goodness for the 5k that meant that was on plan!
Oh and the Barry Manilow reference? Every time we didn't pay attention to my friend's music player, it would pop up a Barry Manilow song - we heard Mandy and, Looks Like We Made It and, Can't Smile Without You, and Even Now... It cracked us up - she has over 3000 songs and all her random generator could find were Barry Manilow songs.
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