With most of the office on vacation today, I’m a machine of productivity. Not right now, of course. Right now I’m futzing on a blog while I try to chew my leftover turkey as quietly as I can. Why do bananas and turkey sound so gross when you chew them? Yogurt can be tricky, too. Anyway, my officemate and I will surely get through this disgusting time relatively unscathed.
So, Thanksgiving happened. I made a turkey and cut up some veggies. My friends brought mostly carbs. I didn’t want to be weird or offend anyone, so I had a bite or two of each. I’m sure those bites add up and I can’t even bring myself to try to figure it out. Mostly because I don’t care. What’s done is done. One friend brought angel food cake, which she sliced, spread with butter, and pan fried. Then she topped it with cream and salted caramel gelato. I had a small piece (again, a couple bites of each). By the time I finished it, I was unreasonably hungry and craving sugar like a mad woman. I stopped over to my brother’s house after and passed on his pie, though, so I feel like I’ll be OK.
My alarm didn’t go off this morning, so I rushed out the door. Maybe it’s better that I can’t see any damage done or not done. Weight gained (or even not lost) would be depressing. Weight lost would reinforce bad behaviors. In any case, I’m looking forward to turkey salad wrapped in lettuce tonight. And tomorrow. And into next week, I’m sure. I saved the turkey carcas and might try to make stock once again. I tried last year, to marginally successful results. What I got was really more broth than stock. I guess broth is pretty tasty, too, so that wouldn’t be a bad thing.
It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
It has been 0 day(s) since I’ve eaten not-allowed carbs.
Current Weight: ??? Oversleepers aren’t privledged to this information.