I fell off the wagon so hard this holiday that I have a bruised bum. Figuratively speaking, of course.
I’m not entirely sure what happened. The trip up to Buffalo for Thanksgiving started out well enough: I brought healthy snacks and was armed with multiple sets of workout clothes, but apparently I forgot to pack my resolve.
As you know, the Turkey Trot went well, but that 5-mile run was not enough to combat the immense quantities of food I ate that day. Turkey (with stuffing), squash (with butter and brown sugar), mashed potatoes (with gravy), cranberry sauce (sweetened with sugar), croissants (with butter)… And that was just for dinner. After dinner, there was pie, pie and more pie.
Man do I love pie…
I just had very little control. Not only did I eat more than I knew I should (or needed) while at the table, I also found myself falling into habits I thought I kicked a long time ago. Habits that were a serious cause of my obesity in the first place.
While helping to prepare meals, I found myself tasting the food far more than necessary. While helping to clean up after meals, I found myself sneaking leftovers as I packaged them up for the refrigerator. I used to sneak food like this all the time as a child – there were always far fewer leftovers on days that I was asked to put them away than when my siblings put them away.
Not only was the actual day of Thanksgiving rough for me food-wise, the days following it I was terrible, too. We ate out. A lot. And I did not make healthy choices. Pizza and wings and fries and chinese food etc etc etc. And of course, leftover pie. There was also quite a bit of wine, which certainly doesn’t help matters, in more ways than one.
Yesterday we drove home, and in the car I got physically ill. At first I thought it was my body rejecting all the crap I had shoved into my mouth over the previous few days. I actually think it was just a response to the speed with which I ate my MTO chicken sandwich. So stupid.
I’m really mad at myself for my poor willpower over this holiday. It makes me sick to think that I could so quickly and easily slide back into old habits when I’m not paying full attention.
I guess I still have a lot to work on. I sincerely hope I’m not the only one who struggled so much with food this holiday.
Here’s to a more successful Christmas!
