Some people wondered how I would do with my healthy eating on Thanksgiving Day. Until Wednesday night, I did too.
I’ve been living my life out loud while losing 121.1 pounds since March. It’s understandable that friends, family and social media followers might be curious how I was going to deal with the most fattening day of the year.
Spoiler alert: I was not a model of healthy eating on what can only be described as Thanksgorging Day.
I gained 3.9 pounds last week! (About five if you factor in that I’d dropped a pound or so according to a mid-week weigh-in.)
I had good intentions on Thanksgiving Day. I ate them, too.
My 24-hour feast started the night before everybody else in America stuffed themselves on food, football, family and Black Friday planning. We gave our daughter the choice of where to eat out for her 10th birthday. Unfortunately for my wallet and my waistline, she chose the Chuck-A-Rama buffet.
This shouldn’t have been a big deal for me. I’ve eaten well in smorgasbord situations the past eight and a half months. They usually have a ton of fresh stuff in the salad bar, ample veggie options and a good lean protein choice or two.
For some silly reason, I let my guard down while walking around the serving area. This restaurant’s theme is “The choice is yours,” and I made a lot of poor choices considering my health goals. I ate Jell-O, pizza, ham, sticky buns, BBQ meat (not sure if it was chicken or pork lol), spicy chicken, some French fries, a bite of mac ‘n cheese, baked beans, corn bread with honey butter, salad with a generous amount of low-fat dressing, some cake and ice cream with sugary toppings, and probably more that I can’t remember.
I didn’t eat big portions of most of those items. Doesn’t matter. Three words described my eating that night: OUT OF CONTROL!
My family was stunned. They teased me about cheating. My concerned 7-year-old son even pleaded, “Please, no!” when I took a bite of his ice cream dessert that was topped with chocolate and caramel sauce.
“Why?” I asked him, curiously wondering if he was worried about my bad eating or him having less ice cream.
In his own words, he responded by telling me that I’m supposed to be on a healthy diet, not eating crap.
Anyway, I hadn’t been that stuffed in a long time.
Thursday was even worse.
We had my wife’s family party early in the afternoon and my family dinner that night. I kept going back and forth in my mind about whether I’d just keep my normal routine and work in some of the healthier veggies and turkey into my Thanksgiving menu or if I’d just allow myself to indulge in that holiday and get back on track the next day.
It wasn’t a good sign when I grabbed the mixing bowl my wife used for a chocolate pie and started cleaning it with my finger (only because my head wouldn’t fit inside of it so I could lick it clean). My good intentions to be in control the rest of the day lasted about as long as it took me to smell the food at my wife’s family party. I loaded a small plate with some stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, turkey and deviled eggs. When the pies came out, I really lost it. I sampled both of my wife’s chocolate pies, an Oreo pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie, whipped cream.
On the bright side, I did eat some cauliflower. (I’ll omit the fact that I dipped the cauliflower in ranch dressing.)
The eating binge continued when we got to my mom’s party. I chowed down on rolls, my mom’s awesome stuffing, more turkey, more potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, crackers and a cheese ball, sweet potato yumminess and pie. Lots of pie.
There wasn’t a turkey in the land that was as stuffed as I was that night.
I used to experience awful heartburn and acid reflux attacks on an almost-nightly basis before I started eating healthier this year, so I was worried that this would happen again (for good reason) that night after pigging out. I was so full it was a challenge to even drink the amount of water required to take a couple of antacid pills.
I’ve been so in control of myself and my eating habits the past eight and a half months that it was disappointing — and kind of frightening — to be in that kind of a feeding frenzy again. It tasted great. It felt horrible.
Leading up to Thanksgiving, I’d told some friends and family members that I was more concerned about what happened on Friday than I was on Thursday. One day of unhealthy choices won’t sabotage your health efforts. Two bad days can, because that’s when the less-than-ideal choices can lead you back to an indulging, out-of-control lifestyle. Two unhealthy days can turn into an unhealthy week, which can turn into a diet-starts-in-January mentality, which can turn into me weighing 373.7 pounds all over again before we know it.
I won’t allow that to happen. That’s why I was back to my healthy eating ways on Friday. I enjoyed the holiday’s offerings (and then some), but I can’t allow it to drag on. I didn’t even ask my mom to take some of her awesome stuffing home for leftovers, and I didn’t eat any pie on Friday. The four pounds I gained this week — yes, I can gain as quickly as I can lose it! — will hopefully be gone by next week. Then I can work on getting rid of another 10 or so pounds by Christmas and head into the new year with positive momentum instead of waiting until January to make yet another meaningless resolution.
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last week’s weight (Nov. 18): 252.6
- This week’s weight (Nov. 25): 256.5
- This week’s
lossgain: 3.9 pounds
- Total loss: 117.2 pounds