Day 57

Thanksgiving is a day away, but I’m already psyched for that post-turkey waddle walk with  my daughter and my sister on Thursday (yes, guys, you’re on notice. We can walk before pie or after pie, but we’re going!).

Why am I psyched?

First of all, Melissa’s been away since August, and this is her first trip home.  Second of all, Donna’s coming down from Rhode Island with my nephews and we’re going to walk the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade route , or as much of it as Bryce & Max can stand. Thirdly, my husband and son are cooking the turkey and trimmings.

(What am I cooking, you ask? I’ll have you know I am in charge of baked goods, and at this very moment my sideboard is sagging with apple pie, pecan pie, chocolate cake, pumpkin walnut bread, and corn bread. There is a blueberry cobbler on the way.)

I semi-diet most of the time — can I get a witness?! do I hear an AMEN?! — but I am not dieting on Thanksgiving. It’s my intention to be full, and to be thankful.  Thank-full.

 I once heard a very wise person say  it’s not what you eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it’s what you eat between Christmas and Thanksgiving.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it. Or should I say put that in your bird and stuff it? Oh — maybe we should just say have your cake, and eat it too.

And then go for a looonngg walk, of course!