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Day 233: Feeding Frenzy

Yesterday was a family day.  A lot of good bonding went on. Thankfully I did get to the trail first thing.  It was very cold, but dry. I walked a brisk mile and then headed back.  I even made it to Mass in the morning.

Then I met my son for breakfast.  We went to Tom's. A family favorite.  One tradition I miss is back to school dinner at Tom's. Every year, I would pick up my kids after school on the first day and we would head to Tom's.  I enjoyed hearing about their new teachers, friends and looking through all their papers.

Tom's is owned by a Greek family. They just celebrated their 40 year anniversary.  They gave out free mugs.  It's typical diner food with a Greek slant. I am partial to their feta omelettes. And in my pre gluten-free days, I would love me a plate of their Greek Spaghetti! The staff and owners are very personable . We feel like family when we dine at Tom's! (No, they didn't pay me to say that!)

We both had the special omelette: Spinach, tomatoes and swiss cheese and hash browns. My son had toast and Greek lemon chicken soup. I just had the omelette and hash browns.

Then we stopped at home to check on the dog. My daughter and her husband were at the horse races. Their new cheap date idea.  It sounds like fun. No admission, food and you can bet low on the horses and meet them before they race!  I was planning on joining them today, but needed to go see my dad and mom.

So we checked on the dog and met my nephew up the street.  We drove over to the hospital in Vancouver.  When we were right in the middle of the I-205 bridge between Oregon and Washington, snow began to fall lightly.

We don't get much snow around here. It definitely brightened our mood. It was very light . And quite wet.  We weren't too concerned with accumulation. But I told the guys that we should not spend too much time over in Vancouver because my nephew had to drive back to Lake Oswego, where the snow might be sticking. He was driving a small truck, which is not snow savvy.  My son has a Subaru Outback, 4-wheel drive, but no driving in the snow experience.

Suffice it to say, I prayed a full rosary on the freeway. And then some. 

My dad was in good spirits. This is a miracle in itself.  He was mellow and did not seem one bit irritated. He is on antidepressants. I think he should continue. For his own sake and the sake of the whole family.

His BP was still a little high, but much lower than yesterday, my mother told me.  We visited with him and then my mother took us to lunch. Elmer's.

Ok. I think this is my official day off from my diet. I had a bunless mushroom swiss burger. But I also had fries. And half of my mom's cheesecake.

Seriously. I am on a binge. I just had to get that out.  But I need to cut myself some slack.  The holidays do stress me out. Add to that, a cranky old dad in the hospital and I'm surprised my head isn't buried in a bag of Salt and Vinegar potato chips! I drank some tea and copious amounts of water before bed. But I also had a peanut butter fudge fat bomb.  Not as bad a fudge. Quite healthy actually. And I used less sugar thatn was called for. But I also had a piece of pizza. It was almost impossible to resist. My son-in-law had cooked it in the smoker. Smoked pizza! I was in heaven.

But my belly is not so happy with me.

At least I am sticking with my workouts.  They are my lifeboat.

My dad is to be released from the hospital today.  We are going to go over and help my mom. My dad is a bit of a hoarder.  I hadn't been to their house in over a year. A lot of hoarding can happen in a year.  We are going to have to have a serious conversation.  Does one really need 300 vcr's and thousands of videos (VHS nonetheless!).

Oy.  My tummy hurts just thinking about it. But they are my parents. They took care of me. Now I will take care of them. If they let me!

But today will begin with Mass and a workout.  I think I will buy copious amounts of vegetables. The focus of the week will be salads and soup.  I am going to attempt to make bone broth.

 Perhaps overeating is a form of hoarding.  Fear of doing without?  Hmmm. Some food for thought there. At least food for thought has zero calories!

Happy Monday!


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