-MorticiaAddams's Journal, 24 November 2023

I survived the Thanksgiving of 2023!! YES!!! I LIVED!!! LOL. Seriously, this is the sickest I ever remember being on a holiday and the sickest I have been in years. I do recall we were sick on another Thanksgiving when my son was small. My mom was angry with us for not coming to her dinner and preferred that we come, snorting and hacking, infecting her and my elderly grandmother, both invalids, rather than us stay at home and rest. Yes, even mothers can be "beeches". LOL. It's a shame that I was so sick this Thanksgiving because it is my favorite eating holiday. I lost my sense of taste and smell on Thanksgiving Eve after I had hobbled around preparing the meal so hubby, who is further into the recovery phase, could enjoy it in case this is our last Thanksgiving together. Too many of these Captain Trips illnesses and either of us could bite the big one at any time. Most of the casualties are oldsters like us. We managed to sit outside in our swing, like the codgers were are, as it warmed up into the 50s and I am an outdoor person, even more so than him. He said that any holiday we spent together was great, even if we were just sharing a hot dog and/or a can of pork and beans (heated, I hope...... otherwise - yuck). Hubby is more romantic than me. Most everyone is. He's more artistic too. I knew in grade school that I would be a science major. So I send him daily emails full of science related info, graphs and charts, plus some art. He sends me love letters and occasional poems - he knows I am not into romance novels and poetry much. He always prefers the art (hint-hint) and I know he will but I send the science stuff anyway, just because I'm a "mother aka beech" too. I totally love Grover but I'm Bert - introverted, tidy, clean, focused, rational. Hubby is Ernie - a maniac, Mr. Put Down The Duckie If You Want To Play The Saxophone. I still can't taste a blasted thing so I am refusing to track my food. Why should I have to fret over calories I can't even enjoy? And before some anal weirdo here sends the diet police out to arrest me, please squelch the urge. I'm not giving up. Haven't lost my mind, though it is a little fuzzy. I'm a retired critical care nurse. WE NEVER GIVE UP! I'm just attacking this from a different angle. The one where I trust myself to not fall face first in the buffet and eat my way out. Have not done that for years. No intention of ever doing it again. I will use intuitive eating, a sort of mindfulness, which to a science major sounds like ethereal hogwash but even scientists succumb to it sometimes. Maybe there is a bi-pedal ape-like creature roaming the Pacific Northwest, maybe Betty and Barney Hill were abducted and probed, maybe Bill and Hillary are operating a human trafficking ring in a pizza parlor in D.C. If so I wouldn't mind a large pizza with pepperoni, sausage, green and black olives, pepperoncinis, and jalapenos. I know, I know, not healthy, but if this is my last meal I'm certainly not choosing tofu and steamed Brussels Sprouts. F that. Maybe I could even TASTE pizza!! In the mean time I am in recovery.

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2814 kcal

Activities & Exercise: Washing Dishes - 24 minutes, Cleaning - 1 hour, Cooking - 1 hour, Desk Work - 3 hours, Bathing - 30 minutes, Sleeping - 8 hours, Resting - 8 hours and 6 minutes, Reading - 2 hours. more...