Yesterday, marked Thanksgiving number two of my holiday feasts of overindulgence. Our church holds an annual Potluck Thanksgiving dinner, complete with turkey, ham, and all the fabulous side dishes and desserts.
I picked the wrong time of year to be on a diet, but this is one of my own making and I can change the rules if I want to. When you’re an old lady, you can do that. I’ve been on a steady weight gain program for over ten years now. A few pounds turn into a larger size and soon your off to the plus sizes and eventually Omar, the tent maker.
About a month ago, I decided it was time to do something about my expanding waistline by giving up many of the carbs that had been a steady part of my diet – bread, donuts, potatoes, etc. It began to work as some of that old belly fat started to fall off – well it wasn’t a lot, but it was a step in the right direction. So then came November, the month of Thanksgiving for all our blessings, which happen to include excessive amounts of carbs.
Since my husband is in the north woods of Wisconsin, hunting the elusive white tail, I am on round two of Thanksgiving. I happen to love potlucks. Many folks look at a serving table filled with hot dishes and salads as a walking salmonella bar. So what if I get food poisoning? I might lose a pound or two more.
I love variety, Church pot lucks usually offer a great deal of it. This feast was well planned. Someone was in charge of making the basics – turkey, dressing, ham and potatoes – while others brought the side dishes and desserts. Many times there will be 4 or 5 potato salads, a ton of green Jello with white marshmallows, lots of things you can’t really identify until it’s in your mouth. This pot luck had just the right amount of accoutrements. There were sweet potatoes, corn casserole, cranberry salads, apple dishes, things that just naturally scream disaster to any diet. The dessert table was no different. Creamed pies, pumpkin, lemon merengue, rosettes – it was a meal fit for a king.
So, as I originally said, I make the rules in this diet of mine. Yesterday there were no rules. I devoured to my heart’s content. I didn’t feel guilty, until I realized everything had landed on my waistline. I have a couple of days to prepare for the actual Thanksgiving celebration on Thursday. Then it’s on to December. Will this temptation never end?