I'm not quite officially on Thanksgiving break, its more self declared. I ducked out of class early today and took the train to my brother's house. I know its weird that I don't go home for Thanksgiving, and with travel time going home isn't really any longer (not that I've done the math, but when you travel that day is sorta shot anyways). Since I went away to college I visit one of my brothers for Thanksgiving in Portland. Its nice because there is a certain amount of autonomy yet complete dependence. I can stay downstairs and work on my papers for school and he can be upstairs doing whatever it is he does (lately its cleaning fish tanks).
But really when I visit we do two things. Eat and watch movies. And thats what our days revolve around. Yeah we walk his dogs and go do some dog rescue stuff. Occasionally we'll shop (no sales tax!), but that generally revolves around food.
My train got in around dinner time and I had half of a lifeless wrap for brunch, but I was starving by the time he picked me up. He told me that there was leftover pizza in the fridge and that I should help myself and that we would go by the store, but I should hold back for dessert.
Well my dears this is where the balancing act gets tricky. On one hand I have gained a little weight since my all time low earlier this year (+9). But last week I lost 3 pounds. I get the feeling I'm going to gain it all back while I'm here. And thats ok, I'll get back to it all when I get back to school. I know the devout dieters who radiate a holy carotene glow will shake their heads and recite the canon- "It is not a diet, but a change in lifestyle." Go eat some celery and leave me alone. This is our national holiday of eating. Its a holiday of eating! Holiday! Eating! It's our (un)fortunate patriotic duty to over eat and nap. I'm so proud to be an American. So with that balancing act in mind (which is not really a balancing act considering that all the weight- no pun intended- is on one side) I am on Thanksgiving Break.
So I kicked it off the best way I know how- carrots and tofu dip, cold pizza and a banana split. To be perfectly honest I don't think I've ever had a banana split and it was so good. My brother took me to this house that was converted into a dessert place in Portland. It was amazing. The front of the menu is their standard stuff and on the back they write in the specials and cross them off depending on availability. The place is Portland funky and overall completely inspiring. But I have two confessions.
First, I'm not clear on what flavors of ice cream I had. I think there was vanilla, berry, mocha, and mint. But you have to understand it was all coated in different syrupy/berry/sauces that completely change the dynamic of the ice cream. Nonetheless I am fairly embarrassed.
Second, I don't know what the place is called or where it's at. I just follow my brother.
At this point, if you've even made it through this post you are probably wondering why I'm even writing. Well, because I need to get back in the saddle. The writing saddle, the diet saddle, the something other than political science saddle, etc. Now these are a lot of saddles so needless to say its going to be a bumpy ride.
Also, sometimes you just have to tell the world that you are just going to enjoy the ride and repercussions be damned , its time to smell the pumpkin pie scented roses. Which would be amazing!
But I am going to leave you with a promise for the near future- Mexican Thanksgiving. O it will be glorious, so stay tuned kiddies and whatever ideas you have about dieting, put them on pause if only for a day.
Oi, the dessert place is called Rimsky-Korsakoffee :)
Woohoo for homemade ice cream!
Posted by: Foff | November 24, 2007 at 07:10 PM