Sundays around here are usually pretty lazy. Mr. D works most of the time, so Chris and I spend a lot of the day reading or playing video games (assuming we got all errands and cleaning done the day before). We slept until about 10 and then I made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, per Chris' request. I use the Fiber One pancake mix and sugar-free syrup, so it was still under 300 calories with coffee included.
I spent a lot of time this morning venting to Mr. D about Thanksgiving after breakfast.. Most family events come with frustration, which I'm sure is normal. My grandmother has decided not to come because her deadbeat son is not invited. I won't go into details, but the man has been living off (and WITH for the past few years) my grandparents, and really is a waste of space. He absolutely hates me because unlike most people in my family, I will call bullshit to his face. He's one of those men that talk a good game about "a woman's place" but just let one get in his face, and he becomes a coward. I've tried for years to be pleasant and civil to him for my grandmother's sake, but after the last encounter with him over my wedding, I'm done. I'm just not up to playing "big happy family" with him at Thanksgiving dinner this year. When inviting my grandmother to Thanksgiving, my dad apparently made it clear that his brother was not invited, so she hung up on him after making it clear she wouldn't be coming either.
Moving on.. I'm in charge of the ham, green beans (my grandmother's recipe, but since she's not coming..), homemade baked macaroni and cheese (FIL's recipe), pumpkin pie, and chocolate cream pie. While dividing the list up, my mom actually asked, "Now you're not going to make this all healthy crap, right? Otherwise I'll pick up pies at the store." I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was a bad thing. Gee, I wonder why my entire family is overweight or obese? She also proceeded to lecture me on how diet-obsessed I've become lately. My BFF mentioned this about a week ago too, and while it's true, I don't know that it's a bad thing right now. This is just my opinion, but I've obsessed about food and eating for years now. I doubt I'm the only obese person that's gotten just a little too excited about Thanksgiving dinner and everything I'd be enjoying days ahead of time. And I'm not the only one in my family- you'd think my mom's dressing was an orgasm in a dish. How is obsessing over a healthy diet any different, aside from being better for me? While they're dreaming of pie and dressing this year, I'll be planning my one plate and workouts.
We had to stop by my mom's today for something Chris left behind when we spent the night, and I asked her if I could see the pants I'd given her that were now too big on me. And then I asked her to take a picture of me in them (please ignore the stretch marks). These were snug when I bought them back in early March this year. This is where obsessing has gotten me:
Oh! And that NSV.. I did 4th day of the 30 Day Shred today, and I made it through the entire level 1 without needing a 5 second break. Mr. D watched me the first time I did it, and I had to stop halfway through just about everything because my arms were burning. Not today. On top of that, Chris was sitting at the table doing his Lego's and told me, "You're doing a great job Momma!" He also said he had never seen so much sweat before when I was done, but we're going to focus on the first comment!