I indulged in a very, very big way, and you know what? I don't regret it. Because now, I'm left with a food-induced hangover, and my body is making it quite clear to me that we just can't handle that kind of intake anymore. Nor do we want to. I enjoyed letting myself off the hook and not trying to count every little bit of something that went into my mouth (which means there was a whole lot more that went into my mouth), but my newly gluten-free self left a trail of pie crusts in my wake, and now my head is pounding. I OD'd on sugar, I'm pretty sure.
Where it was really nice to take a break from number-obsessing, I realized something tonight that made me a little sad. My food behavior today was probably not unusual for old Jamie. Old Jamie would have realized that she maybe went a little overboard with the pies, but she also wouldn't have cared much, and formulated some kind of reason to excuse it. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't an everyday thing, but it certainly was a more than Thanksgiving or other feast-bearing holiday thing.
Bad move, old Jamie.
All this to say, where it is super important that we pay attention to what we eat, sometimes you just need to let loose a little. The greatest thing about maintenance is knowing that one day isn't going to set you back We already know we've conquered the impossible, and we already trained our brains to want to eat the fuel that our bodies need. (Also meaning tomorrow and the here-after will be filled with salads and veggie meals)
I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as mine, and I'd love to hear about it in the comments!