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Um... yeah. I'm going to get started on those Christmas Cards real soon... any
At least I've got a few weeks to prepare for the Christmas feast.
I mean, there was no way I could avoid Thanksgiving. My friend was so excited about cooking the T-Day fixin's herself for the first time. She's been out of work and depressed about it, also she's been watching waaaaaay too many cooking shows. So there was cranberry relish with orange zest and grand marnier a la Martha, stuffing with something-fattening-done-to-it as recommended by Rachel Ray... you get the idea.
The salad was some sugary concoction of fruit and cool whip. The green bean casserole had been invaded by cheese and caramelized onions. The rolls had been rolled by hand.
Three kinds of dessert.
Four kinds of wine.
Two people eating.
One of whom would have felt slighted if food was skipped.
There was only one thing to do: I decided not to worry about it. I
came, I ate, I wrote down guesstimates.
I figure this week's lesson is on not getting discouraged when life throws a extremely rich chocolate pie in your direction. (Along with an apple upside-down cake, and a pumpkin pie drowned in whipped cream.)
Exercise du jour: Couch to 5k Week 3 Day 1 Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:
* Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
* Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
* Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)
Done! Indoors, 'cause it's bloody freezing outside, but done. The pace didn't seem as fast, but hard to tell. (Manuel is useless for judging my speed.) Plus, half hour of yoga.