Yeah, right.
No way did I serve South Beach “Surprise” Mashed Potatoes at my Thanksgiving, or grilled sweet potatoes, or whole-wheat rolls or any of those oh-so-healthy and carb-light dishes. No, sirree. I made the real thing. Real mashed potatoes, ooey-gooey-marshmallowy sweet potatoes with real sugar and real butter, pumpkin pie with real whipped cream, apple pie with TWO crusts, green beans laden with cream sauce and fried onions. Oh, yeah, I did it up right.
And enjoyed every single bite….and came back for more.
For the first time in years, my pants didn’t feel excruciatingly tight after the meal. For the first time in years, I still fit into my clothes the day after Thanksgiving. And for the first time in years, I enjoyed the meal without feeling guilty or regretting indulging.
Why? Because over the weekend I got back on track. I enjoyed leftover turkey on salads or in a broth-based soup with vegetables and beans. I cooked smart this year and made enough to enjoy without tons of leftovers. So next week I am confident I’ll be back on the losing track. And good thing, too, since Matt begins his chemo diet. I have to find a way to keep up somehow!