I try to make all the big
of me small, small, small.
~ Elizabeth Acevedo, from “The Shit & the Fan” in The Poet X
Photo: The List – What really happens to your body after Thanksgiving dinner?
I can't sleep…
I try to make all the big
of me small, small, small.
~ Elizabeth Acevedo, from “The Shit & the Fan” in The Poet X
Photo: The List – What really happens to your body after Thanksgiving dinner?
Did we indulge too much in the annual feast (overindulgeance that is Thanksgiving proper)?
Oh Boy. Yes.
But a good time was had by all? And you did manage to run…
Yes. But. I’d have to run Ultamarathon with Lorena to come close to burning calories I ate.
I hear ya…
Why ever do we do this to ourselves during the holidays? Why do we feel we “deserve” it to stuff ourselves silly (and feel like sh*t after…)
Exactly. Exactly how I feel.
I know it. I’ve done it. I’ll probably (without a doubt will) do it again…
And again. And again. And again.
We never learn… despite the name of your blog 😉 OK… food-wise, we don’t!
Oh but the joy in the moment.
Pure bliss… that’s why we keep coming back for more! (Then whine about it later…)
perfect poetic words to go with your title.
They are!
In other words, a picture perfect Thanksgiving, yes?
Exactly!
A noble exercise – but on Thanksgiving weekend?
Oh, yes. Now. Time to cut the caloric intake quickly. Christmas is right around corner.
Haha. Do you celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving too? I think our turkeys are smaller. 😉
No, thankfully not. I’d be as big as a house!
Hhhmmm,
I’ll cut down when there’s no more left overs!
That makes perfect sense. Perfect.
I’m lucky I’m the only one in the family that eats dark meat. ALL MINE. A guest had a drumstick and wanted to kick him out.
Funny!
Yesterday, the cars never un-thawed from the ice…can still see snow up on the butte (at the top which is an open area) snow no longer hanging on trees…we walked yesterday along the creek, the sun was shining bright though the sun never merged with some areas of the path so the ground in those areas was frozen hard and some slick areas too. The dear hubby said the survivors lived through Thanksgiving, I thought for a moment and then he said just look at them, a group of turkeys eating windfall apples under an abandoned tree…our temps paralleling western North Dakota’s temps…we rarely get snow or icky cold…it is 27…overcast & foggy no sun shinning here today and I am thankful and content to be cozy at home for the past several day (turned out to just be the 2 of us this year)…and many homeless folks are staying in the emergency warming shelters… hoping to not get a mini ice storm…& that the snow due to fall north of us stays north!
I can feel the warmth inside your home.
Christie, this is a beautiful Thanksgiving story all on its own – Thanks for sharing!
Christie, commented but seem to have lost it (as I do from time to time – it must be my age) – was saying that THIS your beautiful tale is a special and highly welcome Thanksgiving Story all on its own. Thanks for sharing.
Still like this today. Except on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. (Worth it!)
Oh, so me too Amanda. Happy Sunday.
😉
That photo KILLED me – so, so, so good! That’s how I feel most of the time – and we haven’t had a Thanksgiving Dinner, as the French (nor the Swiss) celebrate in that elaborate fashion.
I’m glad I don’t feel this way most of the time. I wouldn’t make it to the end of the year!
come on, friend! we’ve GOT to have a laugh – at least once a day – life IS beautiful…. but Thanksgiving Dinner is only once a year! 😉
Truth!!!!