Celebrating with Food
Filed Under (Daily Posts) by
Cynthia on 09-12-2007
Tagged Under : Food, Friends, Holidays
I find it interesting that us humans celebrate with food. We reward ourselves with food when something good happens. We comfort ourselves with food when something bad happens. I could so easily be 500 pounds. I love food. I love the feel of it in my mouth. The tastes and flavors can be so intense that really I do think it’s a kind of drug. And different food can make us feel, physically, different ways too.
Last night we went to the Melting Pot for our team’s Christmas Dinner. We pay for it ourselves, working for the State means we don’t get many things given to us. We are lucky to get four hours of administrative leave from the Governor. That’s about all we get. No bonus, nothing else. Anyway, I digress…
As I was eating all that yummy cheese fondue appetizer and the chocolate fondue dessert, I knew I was abusing my poor body. I also had two grasshoppers (the new bartender didn’t know how to make them, welcome to Utah) a White Russian, a Kahlua and Cream and a dessert drink called a Chocolate Martini that was to die for.
Today my body feels amazingly good. I am fortunate to have a fairly healthy body, though lately I’ve been feeling awful off and on. This morning I feel pretty good. And today I’ll be sticking with my fruit and soy smoothie and salads all day, to detox some and clean out my body. I joined Weight Watchers and it is helping a lot. But Christmas is hard because of all the celebrating with food. If I can just maintain over the holidays then drop after, I’ll be happy. I am now at 157lbs, and I want to get down to 147 again. That was a great weight for me.
Weight Watchers is nice because instead of eating mostly vegetables like on Eat To Live, I can even eat movie popcorn sometimes and as long as it’s within my daily points, I’m good!
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Okay, I’m a slob. I’ve admitted it before, I’ll admit it again. Not only that, but I am awful at organizing. This, too, is because when I try I get too anxious. Instead of doing things slowly, and thinking them out, I rush through and toss things willy-nilly all over the place. Probably the perfectionist in me again. We have a spare bedroom, and usually it’s where I put things I don’t know what else to do with them. When I clean out the room, I find old mail that I have no idea what I was thinking when I saved it. I should have just thrown it all out. I find old papers, messy books, dog toys and leashes… among other things.
Anyway, the Husband and I cleaned it out today. I took down my computer that was in there, and the table it was on. The only thing I used that computer for was to power my
I need to buy some sheets for that room for the bed. And I think I’m going to find the biggest dresser I can, too, that will fit. Our house is so small (1300 sq feet) and has almost no closet room.









