If you know me, you know that I LOVE food. Yesterday was Thanksgiving, which means I had access to a lot of food. I got to my parent's house and dinner was ready to eat. I grabbed my plate, pushed a few family members out of the way, and made my way to buffet!
I piled on the turkey, the mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, mixed veggies, stuffing, gravy, and a dinner roll. Thanksgiving dinner is always done Italian in my house so I also grabbed a huge serving of lasagna. Yummy!
As soon as I finished piling on the food my husband looks at me, laughs, and says "Your eyes are always to big for your stomach. There is NO WAY you will finish all of that". Of course, I took this as a challenge. Some may not know this about me, but I have a tendency to be a little competitive.
I sat down at the table and started my quest to finish my plate. My game plan was not to drink anything until I was done eating my food and to eat as quickly as I can so I can get more food in before I noticed how full I was.
The whole time I was eating my mother kept saying "Slow down, will you?" So, about a minute and a half after I started to scarf my food, everything caught up with me. My sweatpants felt like they were a pair of skinny jeans. In the words of Joey on Friends "I got the meat sweats". There is no words to describe how uncomfortable I felt. I just put my head on the dining room table and just took a couple of deep breaths. All I could hear was the laughter from my husband, my parents, my uncle, and my brother and sister.
I failed.
I finished my tower of turkey, my mound of mashed potatoes and gravy, my dinner roll, and my lasagna. I only got through half of my sweet potatoes and a small portion of my stuffing. I should have just done what I normally do and just graze all day.
After dinner, and my disappointing display of DeLuca-eating, we retired to the couch to watch some football. After about an hour of digesting, it was time for dessert. How could I possible have room for dessert, you ask? Well, that's easy. Dessert always goes on a different shelf from meals.
We busted out the pumpkin pie, apple pie, blueberry pie, banana cream pie, the macaroons, the linzer tart my sister made from scratch, and the Indian pudding (that's a whole other story).
For the dessert, I returned to my original modus operandi: eat pie, digest for an hour, eat more pie. I felt like I redeemed myself a little bit after successfully downing linzer tart, banana cream pie, pumpkin pie, macaroon, some candy, and a very small portion of Indian pudding with ice cream (again, that's another story).
Needless to say, it was a very pleasant evening filled with fun, family, football, and my personal favorite...food. I started the day at a measly 132 and closed it down at a whopping 136.5. Enough said.
I took pictures of most of what I consumed yesterday. I will post them as soon as I am able. Until next time, keep eating!
