Dear ,
Thanksgiving Day In My Workout World
6:07am-Woke up in a panic thinking kids overslept.
6:08am-Remembered with relief no school today. Vowed to go back to sleep.
6:15am-Too thrilled with the idea of being able to sleep in
to actually
go back to sleep. Rededicate my effort to try like heck to let go and let God.
6:25am-Effort fails. Get up to make coffee.
7:30am-Hunger pangs. Briefly consider skipping breakfast to bank
calories for big dinner later then remember that starving makes me
bingey. Rookie mistake.
Stand at counter(sorry) and eat Cream of Wheat, banana, handful of
vitamins and extra coffee for workout.
7:48am-Have last minute musical idea for spin class that starts in 12
minutes. Attempt to turn on computer, download songs from Itunes to
computer to Ipod while flossing teeth and filling water bottle.
8:01am-Race to gym and realize that spin class is 2 hours long today to
bank some calories for later. Have momentary thoughts of quitting
job then remind self that I love job since it makes me
exercise even when I don't feel like it.
8:40am-Remind everyone in class that the past 40 minutes have been the
amount of time it will take to burn off one small piece of pecan pie
ala mode. Heads drop in the humble cruelty of this naked fact.
9:18am-I can't take this anymore! Get me off this bike!
9:31am-Second wind arrives like a breeze fed ex'ed from Cabos San
Lucas. I could spin all day but glad to know I won't.
I can do this.
10:00am-Smiles and empty water bottles everywhere. Time to cook. For most people that is.
10:24am-Starving again. Really want to delay eating till dindin. Argue with myself
that not eating after exercise makes metabolism funky. Have a small
protein shake and enough water to float a Macy's Day Float.
10:30am-That reminds me. Turn on parade.
10:35am-Turn off parade. Roust kids. First one in the shower gets the hot water!
11:00AM-Finish ruining the only food assignment I'm to bring to our friend's house. Deviled eggs.They look like Satan alright.Should've used the cake decorating tip if I owned such a thing.but taste OK
11:17am-Frantically look for deviled egg tray that I got 21 years ago
for wedding present. Give up and put eggs in Tupperware even though I
know plastic is evil.
11:58am-Lay out kids' clothes, even though they are teens, hoping to trick
them into wearing NICE clothes that they wouldn't be caught dead in.
12:10pm-Argh! I won the battle to get them in these clothes but now notice the pants are all floods!
12:33pm-After twenty minutes of searching for longer pants and now
being convinced that pants are somewhere with egg platter, I surrender
and let them wear what they originally wanted. Hubby lays down on couch
and says he's taking a nap wake him up when we are all dressed. I do my
6 rounds of 6 count breaths.
1:30pm-Arrive underdressed at dear friends' home, who are not only great
cooks but unfairly (yet wonderfully, ) also live in nice mansion.
1:36pm-Mind-boggling sight as we arrive. Friend is on back porch of mansion(do mansions have porches?) deep-frying a turkey! In a tie! With no mess! I can't even
deep-fry a chicken nugget without splattering the entire kitchen.Not that I would ever.
1:40pm-Wonders continue as we enter mansion and smell turkey number two  roasting in the oven. Just for taste-testing purposes.
Mentally credit myself with excellent choice in friends.
1:45pm Offer to help cook but get in way instead.
1:55pm-Give up the ruse of helping. Sit down in kitchen and watch.
2:00pm-Feel guilty watching. Go on Re-con mission to investigate home gym. Find bi-annually used ab cruncher and vow to get one.
2:12pm-Back in kitchen. Accept offer of glass of finely aged wine no
doubt a Rothschild 1940-something. I drink this in spite of the fact that it is 2pm
on a Thursday and in spite of the fact that I like wine more than wine
likes me and let's be honest it's simply because I never get to drink wine that costs more
than $10 a bottle.It is deliciously thirst-quenching.
2:16pm-Ruminate on that sad fact that I have high-end taste buds and low-end wine budget.
2:25pm-Def con 2.Observe hosts descending on kitchen island with side-dish after
mouth-watering side-dish, each one more delectable than the one before,
each recipe having been handed down generation to generation with each
descendant perfecting the recipe i n subtle yet mouth watering ways so
that by the time I put them on my plate(a smaller plate this year I
swear) I am practically weaping tears of joy.
2:50pm-I succeed in my vow to enjoy every bite, on a day where too much eating is barely enough.
3:01pm- In an act of devotion more onerous than unloading the
dishwash er, hubby offers to do the dishes, which stirs a tingle in my pelvis. Except that I am too full.
4:04pm-What's a slice of pie or three at this point? Coffee? no room.
4:45pm-Hugs all around as we leave our friends who've selflessly adopted us
orphans but are probably glad to see us go so they can unbuckle their
own pants.Home to unbuckle our own. All conditions for sleep
are at hand-a full belly, darkness, warmth.
7:00pm-America's Funniest Videos.Laughing aides digestion
8:59pm-Another Thanksgiving dinner done. Happy that I didn't miss any
moments this year frowning at the tight sensation of my waistband.
Sometimes the irreversible IS reversible.
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