|It's official. I ate way too much over the weekend. Time to get the Fitbit out and count those calories. UGH.|
We either do nothing or have our own "family" meal on actual Thanksgiving day. Then everyone from the family meets up for a huge traditional Thanksgiving meal on Saturday.
This year, I requested ghetto taco night for Thursday. The OG ghetto taco night used to consist of Ortega shells and shitty seasoning. My husband actually cares about our health so we went the more fresh, organic route. In a bizarre way, I feel like some sort of sellout. Which doesn't make any sense because I have no idea why I should be loyal to food that gives me diarrhea. I think I just enjoy the nostalgia of my childhood eating super crappy meals, which explains why I will always have a place in my heart for canned cranberry sauce and boxed Stove Top stuffing.
|This is me being "angry" at my late guest delaying my consumption of T Day Tacos. I forgot to harass her with this picture via text.|