Any holiday spent at MIL's is rough. I swear the woman butters her butter. I am feeling rather victorious today though. I planned for a week, this is how the day went.
Up early and to the gym. I did an EXTRA 30 minutes on the treadmill, just in case I had a little slip.
Once I got home I made a salad to take along to pass. It was spinach, romaine, grilled chicken breast raspberries, shallots, toasted almonds, fat free feta, and raspberry vinegrette dressing.
When I got to MIL's she had some lovely fresh fruit she was about to make into a "Fruit salad". I was able to set some aside before she slathered it in her special blend of whipped cream, cream cheese, sugar and God only knows what else.
She made a ham and a turkey breast...so I choose turkey. Althugh, I am sure she basted it with butter. LOTS of Butter. I only ate about 2 ounces.
Then there was the aspargus. Sounds innocent....but it's not. She roasted it in the oven...with a whole stick of butter. I discreetly set a few spears on my paper napkin and then blotted off all the butter that I could.
Then her "Cardiac Attack Spuds". She boils potatoes. Then mashes them using butter, half and half, cream cheese, and sour cream. Puts them in a casserole dish tops them with more butter and cheddar cheese and bakes them. I brought along a sweet potato and baked it in the microwave.
She made several snarky remarks about what I ate. I choose to ignore her. It was nice to go home not feeling stuffed and sick from all the rich foods. I did not feel deprived at all. My MIL may not have been happy...but she rarely is, and I felt good about sticking to my diet.
Failing to plan...is planning to fail.