Thanksgiving was great, except for the part where I ate turkey skin, had the same horrible reaction I have every single year, but never learn, and could only pick at my dinner. Why doesn’t anyone warn me about my turkey skin idiocy? We used Paula Deen’s recipe for cranberry sauce, stuffing, and green bean casserole. It’s food that further reinforces the idea that I should have been born Southern. Or 19th-century British would have been cool, too.
Afterwards, my family and The Boy played Mexican Train Dominoes, and The Boy cheated egregiously. It was bad. He cheats. I think I still ended up winning.
Black Friday blew, pretty much like I thought it would. But I think I’ll be getting The Boy’s Christmas gift for about 75% off. Which could be good.
I’m starting a regimen of vitamins, because I think part of my fatigue has in part to do with work, but I’m also not getting enough nutrition as I was when I wasn’t working regularly. I have lost about five pounds, but it’s not in the sexy way. It was like when The Ex went to Italy for two weeks, and he came back (I hadn’t been eating mostly from stress), looked at me and said, “You look terrible.” I guess I looked all sunken and pale. I feel like that’s how I look right now.
The funny thing is, I don’t feel very good about getting any skinnier. First, because this wasn’t my intent when I haven’t been eating. Second, I feel like total crap all the time, and I’m just, really, really tired. Third, I think I look kind of heinous, because after falling asleep from 9 to 7 the next day, my coworker commented, “You look really tired.” …I was wearing concealer and felt okay. I guess poor nutrition isn’t such a good idea after all.
Now, it’s just a matter of getting my stomach to settle and having time to eat.