It's the most wonderful time of the year

It's the most wonderful season of the year. No, not Christmas. 

It is FOOD season. 

My mom always says that there are people who eat to live. I come from a family that lives to eat. This can best be expressed by a story my cousin Amanda told me on Thanksgiving. That morning, she and her boyfriend were having breakfast. Jacob was imbibing on the usual breakfast fares. Amanda had half a muffin. Jacob said, "Is that all you're eating?" And Amanda gave him the look and said, "Do you know my family?" My cousin Dana told a similar story of how she had eaten only half a granola bar that day. She'd intended to eat the whole bar, but shared it in the car. No matter, there was plenty of food to go around (although, we did knock out a 24 pound turkey and the entire dish of stuffing before anyone had gone back for seconds). We looooooove our food. 

I have to be honest... I've been putting in my miles. I've been drinking gallons upon gallons of water. Where my training could use some improvement is in the food department. It's not that I'm eating too much. My weight is staying consistent, which is swell, because I don't even worry about what I eat. But, therein lies the problem. 

I know what I'm supposed to eat. Runner's always talk about how they eat tons of healthy carbs and a low fat diet with tons of fruits and vegetables. Oiy. This is where I'm missing the mark. 

You see... I like cheese. And peanut butter. And I really, really love ice cream. So, this whole, "low fat" thing isn't really working. 

Additionally, I don't like a ton of protein. Okay, correction, I don't like COOKING a ton of protein. 

A conundrum, I tell you. 

I keep thinking that if I REALLY want to commit to this process, I should give in and make the diet follow the plan too. But now is the WORST time for that because it's food season. 

There will be holiday parties (at least three, that I know of). There will be holiday spritzers (mmmm, spritzers). There will be holiday cookies, lovingly made by my mother, the most glorious baker/chef known to man. There is a wedding to go to. There's Teresa's birthday in Chicago this weekend and a night with my dear friend Nancy next weekend. There will be numerous opportunities to eat. And imbibe. And eat some more. 

What's a girl to do? It's the most wonderful time of the year, afterall.