Sunday, November 27, 2011

On what Thanksgiving looks like ...


whelp ... it looks a lot like this ...

 ... two days of cooking ... and 15 minutes of eating ... followed by cleaning up after everyone.  

Sums it up.

Not to mention .. cooking and baking makes me want to scoop my eyeballs out with a spoon.  Maybe it's the ADHD thing that kicks in when I have to follow a recipe.  Especially if it's in a few different steps.  I get anxious .. ready to be done with it ... and then that's when the screw up happens.  Forgot a few eggs in one pie .. then had to scoop it all out of the pie - put it back in the bowl - add the eggs - put it back in the pie crust.  Another pie I forgot to turn the oven down when I was supposed to.  Whatever.  I hate it and it hates me.
 (guess which one I scooped out and then scooped back in?)


Oh yeah .. and to sabotage myself I decided to make 7 .. YES 7 pies.  You know .. in case ... everyone ate too much .. and I needed more.  Yeah ... I needed more like I need a pet gorilla.  After two days afterwards of eating pie ... I decided to throw the last two pieces away in the trash.  I did and felt good.  Went to get milk out of the fridge and what-do-ya-know ... ANOTHER pie hidden in the back.

So to offset .. I decided to go to the gym Thursday morning.  This would be Thanksgiving morning.  Who does that?  Figured I'd stroll in and have the place to myself.  Why does nothing I do work out the way it's beautifully planned in my mind?  Right.  Just me and everyone else in Denver was there.


I had to WAIT in line for the stairs.  Every single cardio equipment was being used.  I thought I would go lift some weights while I waited for one to open .. yeah .. in my two inches of provided space.


Thanksgiving day sweat ..

Have to say I did have entertainment.  With that many people ... so much to look at ... so much to observe...

Got my sweat on.  But it didn't negate the 7,000 calories I consumed over this holiday period.  Mostly in the form of a pie.

Damn pie.  It's not my fault.  Can't be.  I was forced.  By .. the forces that force you to eat pie.  You know - THAT force.

I'm thankful for a few things this year ...

But mostly I'm thankful all the pies are finally gone.



1 comment:

Memphis said...

OK, having to wait in line to work out on Thanksgiving morning is INSANE!!! You should have told those crazy people to go home and see their families. You can say "as a trainer I am ORDERING you all to quit working out and GO HOME!" :-)