I knew Thanksgiving was going to be a challenge. Seriously, who designs a holiday entirely around the mass consumption of deliciously unhealthy foods? So, after my meeting the weekend before the holiday, I planned out my strategy of how to survive the turkey, ham, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, rolls, stuffing, and countless desserts at two different families' homes on the same day. My plan: stay on program all week and work out every day (including the morning of Thanksgiving day), and on the day of, I decided I would limit myself to only one plate (whereas before I would probably have gone back for seconds and even thirds) while still getting to enjoy all my favorites, and to be sure I left a little of everything on my plate.
How did I do? I stayed on program all week. I made it to the gym every day, and on the morning of Thanksgiving, I got in one of the best workouts I've had to date. At my grandmother's place on my father's side, we ate at noon. I managed to limit my pre-meal snacking to the vegetable tray. I got a little of all of my favorites, focusing on getting a little of every vegetable and limiting myself to 3 ounces of white meat, and when I pushed my plate away with a bite or two of everything still on it, I felt satisfied without that ever-popular bloated feeling to which I had grown so accustomed at past Thanksgivings. 4 hours later, I was at my aunt's house on the other side. I decided to use a plate that had been intended for desserts since it was about half the size of the dinner plates. I got a little bit of this and that and once again left a couple of bites of everything on my plate when I pushed it away. I also decided to have my one dessert food of the holiday this time. I grabbed the smallest cinnamon roll I could find and cut it in half, sharing the rest with one of my cousins' children. I was very pleased with my self control throughout the day, and never felt like I was really depriving of myself anything. Oh, and throughout the day, I drank nothing but water: over 100 ounces.
It was so great getting to see my family, some of whom hadn't seen me since mother's day, just after I'd started Weight Watchers. I made it through one of the two biggest eating holidays of the year and managed to lose 2.8 pounds that week, leaving me within 1 pound of the 200s. Did I want to see that 2 in the front of my weight this weigh-in? Of course! Did I think I'd manage to make it in spite of Thanksgiving? Not really. So what? I'm making awesome progress, and I know that I'll make it to that landmark next time. So here I am this coming week. In the 300s for the last time in my entire life. It's great knowing that not only am I the lightest I've been in 6 years, but that I will never weigh this much ever again.
Progress so far: 57.2 pounds.
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