My son James and my sister Amelia
John entertaining us
Me and my silly boys
Once again...James & John
I thought you'd enjoy a few pics from Thanksgiving weekend.
I guess I'm showing my age with this one.
I had a lovely weekend. My husband went deer hunting (and yes he got a deer.) So, I spent the weekend with no children, no husband a very clean house, lots of girlfriends at a little Hen party, good food and good wine. It was really fun and a much needed break from the Mom circuit that I usually spend most of my time in.
I want to say something, but I'm afraid to speak it or write it, for fear of it going away. Dare I say the words "Sweet Spot?" I don't know if this is it, but if it's not, it is very close to the elusive spot of sweetness we hear so much about. Here is how I know it. I love food, I love to prepare food and entertain, I love to read about food, I love to smell it, taste it, eat it....I love food. I had this little party on Saturday night and I was preparing food for the evening. I had eaten breakfast in the morning, but around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I realized I had a headache and felt a little sluggish. You may want to sit down for this.....I had forgotten to eat! No, I do not own a crack pipe either, but people I had forgotten to eat! I was busy cleaning and preparing food, actually handling food and it slipped my mind that I hadn't eaten since way earlier in the morning. So, I sat, ate a small portion of chicken and I was good to go. I felt re energized and continued to prepare for the party. I enjoyed the party, I ate a very reasonable amount of food, drank a maybe-not-so-reasonable amount of wine. I had fun, I enjoyed the food, the company and food was not the main focus of my evening. I just can't express to you how freeing that is. I love food still, but it does not consume me at this moment. I am not haunted by callings from the pantry at all hours of the night. I can actually buy chips or candy for my kids and it will still be here when they want to eat it, I no longer feel the need to eat in secret (that's huge for me). I'm beginning to feel like my band and I are no longer at odds. I'm not fighting it and in turn it is not fighting me. My prayer is that this will last and that if it starts to slip, I will have the presence of mind to get a fill quickly and not wait too long.
I'm so thankful that I have the band. I feel like for the first time in my adult life that I may really win this battle. That is a wonderful feeling. Oh, and another NSV for the books; this morning on the way to work I had to adjust my seat, because my husband drove my car last, and I could actually get my arm down to the controls without scooching my ass over...that's a big deal! I can't wait to weigh, today is day 17 without the scale, holly cow!
One last thing, if you have a moment hop on over and check out Steven's blog, another male blogger, he's researching the band right now. Always good to have a new perspective!
I hope everyone has a great holiday week, I'm thankful for so much, my wonderful family, my blog family and of course my band (I love Pearl!)