So, how was your Thanksgiving dinner? Mine was wonderful – complete with mac and cheese, a treat I rarely have. All those favorite foods, and so many of them are carbs.
Why oh why does this happen? What is it about these mostly processed carbs that we equate with celebration? And, trust me, I’m saying this from the relative security of having just eaten a fresh salad, complete with some raw red peppers, which have to be one of my favorite foods.
Yesterday’s carb fest is over, and it should be back to normal, but what happened? What REALLY happened today? Well, I wish I could say that I went back to my higher protein, lower carb, lots of veggies lifestyle, but I can’t. It seemed that every time I turned around, I was putting some sort of processed carb into my mouth.
To make matters worse, I spent a lot of time with the Alzheimer’s mom. She’d talk, I’d put something in my mouth. Of course, something comforting.
Something about yesterday’s carb fest seems to have triggered a ‘comfort’ reaction that I might be trying to get back to.
There is some hope, however. Those red peppers tasted better than any carb I’ve eaten over the past couple of days. The sweetness and crunch were just fabulous. And for someone like me, who uses taste to connect body with mind, that’s really important.
So, tomorrow will be better – and the rockiness of the past two days will slow down, and then stop. I’m going to take some ibuprofen or something and go to bed. Raking leaves for two hours was NOT kind to my old knees! But look at all that exercise!
How’d you do? any revelations?