I’m late posting today.
I’ve been tooling around the net reading about your holidays, your meals, your indulgences or your self control. Lots out there today about meals and food and waistlines. Why special memories should focus on the people and not what’s on the table.
I get all of that. I do. I’ve said it myself before. Many times.
But yesterday I changed my mind.
Yesterday I cooked my heart out. And there was regular butter and full-fat mayo and whole eggs, not just the whites, and lots and lots of sodium. I cooked to excess, I tasted everything along the way, I sat down with my family and ate some of everything, and got so full I fell asleep for a few minutes after.
And I don’t feel bad about any of it.
Because you know what? A whole lot of what my kids are going to remember about the way we spend the holidays is going to be focused on what we eat.
Some families do holidays the same every single year. The same person’s house. The same activities. The same people. Tradition.
But that’s just not what we’ve been able to do. Our tradition is the conversation that starts with “so how do ya’ll want to do it THIS year?” Some have been spent with this family or that one, or with friends that become family, or on our own. Some have been travelling holidays and some have been pajama holidays. They are never quite the same. And while I absolutely love that about us, it does make me wonder sometimes if I’m robbing my kids of something. You know? Not giving them some common thread. Something to count on for how we do things.
So yesterday I did it in the kitchen. I poured all of the love I could muster into our meal. Because that is the common thread. What we eat together.
And today I’m bloated and puffy. I’ve got a butter hangover. And despite the liberal use of sunscreen, I’m a little pink around the edges from sitting outside sipping Skinnygirls while the kids played in the sprinkler.
And the number on the scale was a big old mess.
But I don’t care. I wouldn’t trade one minute of us sitting around that table eating too much of all of those family favorites for a loss.
And I’m not altering a single recipe.
I’ll pick at leftovers today. But I will also drink lots of water and head to the gym.
What about you?