- Thanksgiving day: Not terrible, actually. Definitely had a big dinner. Definitely enjoyed finger food. A lot. Went slightly berserk on dessert. This all being said, it was always my plan to let it go for these 3-4 hours, and I executed that plan masterfully.
- Friday after: Ummm. My parents were in town, so I was playing tour guide, which apparently included a variety of restaurants. I tried to be reasonably non-insane with food choices, so I didn't have too much post-meal remorse. Oh wait. Almost forgot that I dove into a pre-dinner wine & cheese session with a bit too much gusto.
- Saturday after: Getting nervous. Again, I was pretty/very good for breakfast, and not awful for lunch. Then dinner came, and again with the wine & cheese. This was followed by Thai food. Not just Thai food, but a lot of Thai food. Definitely fell under the eating until I'm stuffed paradigm. Blech.
- Sunday after: OK, this is just gross. Took my parents & family to a brunch buffet, and proceeded to wreck the place. News alert... eggs benedict and sausages are not on plan. Not even a little. This was followed by a Christmas tree-lighting dinner buffet where more wreckage ensued. Including a bountiful troll through the desert section.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Train Wreck! Beware of flying holiday debris!
I write this feeling bloated, slightly grossed-out, and a tad embarrassed. What if the National Enquirer had been there and taken photos?
So what happened? Very simply, I didn't have a plan for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I could have navigated all of those situations just fine and stayed in a normal eating pattern. To be honest, I just kind of let it all go, and I did what I pleased.
A secondary observation might be that buffets are inherently evil. Everything on a nice buffet line looks fairly awesome, pretty and sparkly. Truth be told, the food does not taste as awesome as it looks, and it's not nearly as rewarding as it should be. I think this is particularly the case with buffet desserts which look like beautiful decadence at its apogee. Yet somehow the pies and cakes are never nearly as spectacular as I think they will be while I'm contemplating eating them. Buffets are perfectly designed for over-the-top consumption, and are able to bend the strongest will to their devious intent.
Any silver lining? Sure. I exercised and moved around a lot each day, so that helps a little on calorie deficit and more on redeeming moral turpitude. Kind of like a little positive healthy lifestyle karma to slightly offset a bounty of negative lifestyle karma.
Perhaps a more important silver lining is that I know what to do next. I will go back on plan tomorrow morning in a rational way, and I will track Monday through Friday. This should course correct any sad habits that might otherwise try to creep in and embed themselves (like doing whatever I please in restaurants). In the final balance, I will be just fine.
I would ask you to wish me luck, but you should save that for someone who needs it more. At this point, I know better, and I've got a pretty great tool kit to help me dig out. Should any of you feel the same post-holiday remorse, please do join me in getting our respective trains back on the rails.