Small Slice

I feel like I have rocks in my kaboose this morning.  That lead-bottomed feeling that comes from overindulgence. 

Truthfully, over the course of the day, I didn't eat too much... but I filled my dinner plate and went to town on roasted potatoes, green bean casserole, turkey and gravy, marshmellow and coconut salad (with canned fruit!) and rolls.  Mmmm.  Rolls.  And wine.  And champagne.

Is it any wonder I feel sluggish this morning?

We'll be visiting relatives over the next two days, so it is hard to say what I'll be eating and when.  In fact, this whole "logging my food in the sidebar" thing isn't working very well for me.  I write it down, and then eat other stuff when mealtime approaches.  I'm going to have to rethink that.  Maybe I'll post the week's dinner menu in the sidebar instead.

In any case - I'm going back to Dr. Clower's advice in Fat Fallacy.  Eat small.  It doesn't matter what it is - even fast food - order the smallest portion available, and eat it slowly.  Enjoy it.  I'm often guilty of ordering a giant salad at a restaurant, and finding that with toppings like fried chicken, heavy dressings and crutons galore, I might as well have ordered a burger.  Who needs a mixing-bowl sized salad, anyway?

I ate at an El Torito with my husband this week, and chose the tortilla soup and salad.  The bowl of soup alone was filling, and I couldn't finish the salad.  My husband ordered a combo, which was served on an oval platter as large as the one holding our 15 pound turkey yesterday.  It was unbelievable.  He ended up taking much of his food in a to-go bag.  We could have easily split an entree.

Sadly, my exercise streak ended yesterday, unless you count carrying limp, 45 pound kids from the car to their beds.  I'm going to take the dog for a walk this morning, and get the ball rolling again. 

And I'm turning all those leftovers into mini-turkey pot pies in a muffin tin.  Yum!