As I sit here now blogging - at 6:45 in the pm on Sunday evening - I'm feeling such a nice full feeling.
I'm full of beef roast, balsamic mashed potatoes with Parmesan and caramelized onions, green beans with bacon, garlic, onions and pecans, and my beloved banana pudding.
Glen is in the kitchen making coffee, visiting with his sister.
Aaron has just finished trimming and styling every one's hair.
He and Glen's sister's daughter - are they cousins?
I don't know...I don't think so...anyhow - they are out on a Sunday afternoon joyride.
Slinx is all up in my lap, lying on my forearms so that I can barely type - I haven't the heart to move her.
It's been a lovely day. The weather was gorgeous and I fought going out to work in the yard all day.
Today was going to be a day of rest and enjoying family dang it!
Last week I decided to institute the Sunday supper.
One meal a week, eating anything I want, enjoying it with family and loved ones.
I've gained the Freshman Fifteen that Aaron was supposed to gain.
Determined not to be a statistic of regaining my weight - I thankfully caught myself at the 15lbs and I'm working on getting it off. I can't get over how uncomfortable it feels on me.
I have found myself grabbing a candy bar at the grocery store, or grazing all night long after supper lately.
Food is not my friend, nor is it a replacement for the companionship of Aaron!
I've decided that I can have one spectacular meal and a dessert once a week as long as I stay in line during the rest of the week. It's really been working so far! When I'm tempted to grab candy, or eat something that I really shouldn't be - I think about the Sunday supper - and I think about the real joy of food for me - sharing lovely recipes with people I love - it's SO much better than a crappy candy bar in the car.
One thing I've realized over the last two years, losing well over 100lbs now, that many of the things I couldn't live without now taste like crap.
Snickers bars are not good - give me REAL chocolate.
Coke is painful to drink.
Fast food has absolutely no flavor.
Dairy Queen ice cream is really not very good.
I thoroughly enjoyed dinner, and the company of my family. I set the table and used all my vintage dishes.
It fed my soul as well as my stomach.
|Glenco patiently waiting for his Banana Pudding as we have to stage photos.|
I really think I'm on to something here.
Next week's supper is already planned.
The thought of Ina Garten's Spaghetti and Meatballs and homemade cheesecake will keep me in line all week long - but mainly it's the thought of enjoying a meal with my family, over mindless eating.
Glen's sister has said she'll be back, dressed in work clothes to help in the garden.
That's the power of cheesecake baby.
(tomorrow I'll share the mashed potato recipe with you - it was DIVINE! - Kimberly - please email me - Slinx deleted your email and I don't have your address!)