Two Days to Turkey

I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday, probably because it's:
A. All about the food.
B. Almost always the same week as my birthday.

I'm cooking this year, which is the way I like it. We tend to like a very simple Thanksgiving menu, and as a group, I'd say the family is fairly resistant to change. God forbid you should put one of those awful green bean and fried onion casserole monstrosities on the table. My kids and I might just throw it out the window. And sweet potatoes? Eww! Covered with marshmellows or naked, they're just wrong. Wrong, wrong wrong. And not just on Thanksgiving, which is a holiday of white potatoes, but IMO sweet potatoes are wrong on every level every day of the year. Also on the list of things we hate are cornbread stuffing (too heavy) and squash (corn's not good enough for you?). Granted I like squash other times during the year, but not on Turkey Day. It's about turkey, mashed (white) potatoes and gravy, stuffing (cooked inside the bird), cranberries, rolls, and corn. Not much color on the plate, mostly in the brown/beige to yellow family with a splash of color for the berries, but we're a simple people. Oh, and there's pie later, pumpkin for me, apple for the kids and Mom's bringing mincemeat, too, which I love and haven't had in ages.

The only thing about the holiday that I'm not looking forward to is that I have a WW weigh in 2 days later. I anticipate a gain. Not a huge gain, but a gain nonetheless. That said, I will NOT be one of the "average" Americans who gains 7 pounds between Thanksgiving and New Year's, largely because Christmas is not my holiday and I don't have a bunch of events to go do, and I feel no need to bake for weeks leading up to the Solstice.

Last week, I lost 1.6 pounds which brought my total weight loss to 29.8. I had hoped to make 30, but like A said, I'll get there. Not to worry. It probably won't be this week, but I think that it's possible that I can reach 35 pounds or damn close to it by the end of the year. Since I'm always just trying to lose 5 pounds at a time, once I hit the 30-pound mark, I'll start reaching for the next 5.

Oh, and for anyone who's interested, my upstairs neighbors are still assholes, and I still hate them. Someone up there is playing guitar badly on a pretty regular basis. I hope he/she is taking lessons; improvement would be good.