As I got in bed to go to sleep last Thursday, I stopped to reflect on how different Thanksgiving felt this year.
In a wonderful way.
I didn’t wake up at 6am to run a Turkey Trot, so I was able to stay out with my friends and have a few drinks on Wednesday night without worry.
I let myself sleep in and actually skipped the workout class I was going to go to with my harp teacher, but wasn’t upset. I needed the sleep. Then I went downstairs and made myself a full breakfast instead of trying to skimp on food in preparation for later.
I helped my mom with some chores around the house, then drove to the gym and did a little strength training. No extra cardio to burn calories.
When I got home I had lunch. My dad bought me a salad from Einsteins and I had some M&Ms afterward. Two meals before the feast would have seemed crazy in previous years, but I was treating it like just a regular dinner. It was just a regular dinner.
See, these days I eat “indulgent” foods and have dessert all the time. They aren’t all that special anymore. So while Thanksgiving dinner definitely incorporates some once-a-year foods like stuffing and pie, I didn’t freak out. I didn’t stuff my face thinking I’d never be able to eat yummy foods like that ever again. I had a few of the appetizers that looked good. I finished my plate of turkey and sides. I had my slivers of apple pie and pumpkin pie and was finished. I didn’t go digging into the leftovers later that night.
I DID enjoy conversation with family friends and play with the little babies.
I DID go to bed feeling satisfied, but not stuffed and sick.
I DID wake up the next morning hungry for breakfast, not guilty for overeating the day before.
It was such a great change, and one that I’m so thankful I was able to make.