I haven’t really told you all that much about my Thanksgiving.
And to be honest with you, I took zero pictures throughout the day. But you know, it was typical — we ate, we ate, and we ate some more.
Thanksgiving has always been all about the food for me. When I was younger, we woke up and waited around while my dad made a few dozen cinnamon rolls for us to all sit down to eat our very rare breakfast together. After we stuffed ourselves for the first time, we headed over to my aunt’s house where we ate the same foods each and every year — mashed potatoes, stuffing, broccoli/cheese casserole, sweet potatoes laden with butter and cinnamon. Dessert always came much too quickly as our stomachs could never handle another bite. But pumpkin pie, fudge, and one of my aunt’s famous cakes would always be out waiting for us.
This year was no different.
The Husband and I started the day off with a breakfast together — French toast casseroles have become our Thanksgiving tradition, and we were filled with carbs and sugary maple syrup before the festivities even began. We then made our way over to his grandma’s house where we ate dinner #1, and followed that up with a trip to my aunt’s for dinner #2. Because I de-glutenized (technical term) all of my favorite dishes, I had quite the variety of food to choose from. Okay, let’s be real — there was no choosing. I ate it all. When dessert came around, there was no room — but I made room for things like fudge (talk about a stomachache) and pumpkin squares.
And then I repeated it all again Friday for leftover night.
I figured there were two thing I could do about all of the holiday indulgences.
The first thing I could have done was beat myself up over it. Get mad at myself for eating when I’m not hungry, for eating foods that made me sick, for stuffing myself until my pants felt unreasonably tight (I actually wore jeans on Friday).
The other option I had was to enjoy every single bite.
There have been years where I was in the former group rather than the latter — beaten myself up about all the butter and sugar, looking forward for my typical routines to get back to normal in the next few days. But really how is that enjoying the holidays? A few years ago I vowed to myself not to let holiday indulgences get the best of me. To focus on how good they are. To remember a few days will not make or break me of my health. To know that being with friends and family during the holidays is what it is really about, and if I want to indulge with them, so be it.
But really this is about more than just the holidays. I find that people beat themselves up about indulgences far more often than just on the holidays. Want that extra cookie? Then eat it! Life is far too short to be worrying about silly things such as the calories in a cookie or treat.
Life life to the fullest — and enjoy every last bite.
Question: How was your holiday weekend? What was the best thing you ate?