Fortunately, Mom's usual holiday cookies were missing tonight. Dad smoked and grilled turkey and ham respectively. I had the former and only tasted the later. Moderate portions on everything else -- nothing at my family's gatherings is healthful: two deviled eggs, a spoon of potato salad, a bruschetta (one sister is adventuresome), a true sliver of pumpkin pie.
I didn't quite make the "stop at 80% full" point that nutrition experts advise, but I braked around 90. Work in progress.
And who -- besides fat, balding gay men pushing forty with hypothyroidic small dogs in tow -- goes jogging on Christmas eve?! I was annoyed to find two blokes clogging my jog space at the PCC track, but I did canter a half mile then walk the other half around the campus perimeter. And yes, 10 *very* imperfect pushups (holy crap I'm chest weak) and 50 crunches -- just now = )
Hope you loved the pizza and beer (happy birthday, Big J!). I'll be baking giveaway cookies tomorrow (if I make others bigger, I look smaller by comparison), including a new recipe I heard about on NPR -- Chocolate Crinkle Cookies (the dough is refrigerating now). Plus tackling my first batch of tamales. And the menudo I made today turned out great, even if the house did smell like a campsite bathroom most of the day.
I figure if I can't eat my way through the holidays, I'll cook my way to the other side.
So where do I read about the massage?
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