Yesterday morning I got up and realized that it was CHRISTMAS!
There was snow on the ground half a foot deep and presents innumerable under the tree. I waited for about an hour until my sister arrived with her boyfriend and my granny, and then when we finally did we STILL didn't get to open presents. They had brought their nasty dog, a rat terrier/chihuahua mix, and he pooped right in the middle of the kitchen floor as soon as he walked in. Doesn't that just sound like a scene out of Meet the Parents or something?
Anyways. I got a haul and everyone seemed to really appreciate the gifts I gave them. I wrote a poem for my parents describing how they met and fell in love and put it in a homemade frame, along with getting them a few other things like chocolates and a charm bracelet for my mom and LIFE: Our Century in Pictures for my dad. I got not one but TWO ice cream makers, a waffle iron, clothes, gift cards, a single-serve blender, a diamond necklace from my mom (so beautiful--I cried!), a few video games, a box of Godiva, an Xbox Kinect. Cool stuff, no? They spoil me, they really do. Then later on we all toyed with the Kinect and ate and laughed and played Apples to Apples and just made some general merry.
And what about all the other stuff? That intangible emotional stuff you don't see? Well, let me tell ya.
It was fine.
I got up and decided I would not let my eating disorder ruin my day, like it had in Christmas' past. I decided to put my foot down and follow my meal plan, despite the fact that I wanted to let it slide for a day just so I could be happy around my family. I allowed myself to have a day to be happy, and I was. No restriction, no meltdowns. I even allowed myself to have a couple pieces of the Godiva! Coconut ganache, dark chocolate fondant...ohhhh, I swoon.
So that was my day. :] I hope yours was good as well.
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