Day 173: Good eaters

Happy Thanksgiving!

I have more days off this week than I'm working. It's amazing. I think its going to feel like the longest weekend ever, because today feels like Sunday, which means I have 3 more Sundays before I go back to work.

I did my usual Thanksgiving morning routine. I got up fed the cats, and relaxed in front of the Law & Order marathon with a giant cup of coffee.

Ahhhhh... sheer bliss.

I had plans to go to a friend's sister in law's home for dinner but I had a few hours before I needed to make it there, so I got ambitious.

Last weekend I bought my first big girl Christmas tree and the box was still in the living room. There was no point moving the box knowing I would be putting it up this weekend.... and this morning it was staring at me, almost mocking me.

So I jumped up and went to work. It went so quickly I still had time to sit down and watch another Law & Order episode while I took a short nap.

When I walked in to the Thanksgiving dinner my friends weren't there yet. I do know the sister in law and her family because I've seen them at a few functions but it's never easy. I always have a hard time going to holiday gatherings at unfamiliar places. I just feel like an outsider.

But this wasn't horribly bad, a few minutes after I walked in, the sister in law walked in and I started to feel a little better. Before too long my friend and her family walked in with a co-worker.

I dont' know how or why I manage to do it, but every time I'm around massive amounts of food I seem to gorge myself. I did it a few weeks ago when I was home for my dad's birthday and now here I am again sitting down to the table with a plate mounded with food.

It reminds of me of my dad who likes to call me 'a good eater'. I very gentle way of saying 'she's my little pig'. I don't get my feelings hurt when I hear it, because it's true. I can't get upset when I'm doing what I'm accused of doing.

And that's what my good friend said today. She told me she enjoys eating with me because she knows she can eat what she wants, without any judgement. We're both midwestern girls who are not afraid of a good... big... of fattening meal, and we took full advantage of it today.

After going back for a second helping, I'm left sitting here 5 hours later still stuffed to the gills and I shouldn't even consider eating another morsel of food, yet I still want to take a bite out of the pumpkin pie in my fridge.

But I feel like if I do I'm going to explode... like a tick that's eaten waaaay too much.

I think a turkey coma is in order along with an early bedtime.