Your biggest Holiday Pitfalls?
Happy Thanksgiving to You!
This past weekend, my son and I arrived at my parents’ house in San Diego. Thanksgiving has been the holiday my parents have claimed for decades now, calling all west coast family to feast at their table.
We all have holiday memories and I’d love to share one of mine. . .
The tradition with my parents began when they lived in Colorado. During those years, my late husband (then boyfriend), Isamu and I would pack our warmest clothes and boots in preparation for the Colorado chill. We’d load our bags with books ~ the kind with recipes as well as the ones to read ~ and prepare for the mixed blessings of a family gathering.
You likely know what I mean by the mixed blessings of family gatherings.
There was always the comfort of being in the folds of my parents home. In those early years there was also the nervousness of bringing my boyfriend into the mix; the fun of planning and preparing an extravagant meal; the satisfaction of eating the homemade goodness; and the inevitable tension around clean-up time. (The latter due to my father’s propensity to run a tight ship without necessarily informing anyone of his plan-of-action.)
I don’t know how many Thanksgiving there were like this before the one where Isamu’s entire family joined us for the festivities. That year our four parents anticipated, with great glee, that we would announce our engagement. In fact, that was Isamu’s intention as well! Though he was unaware of the parental expectations, and I was oblivious to all the hypotheses.
We did not announce our engagement that Thanksgiving.
It happened at Christmas instead.
And that’s when I learned all the stories of the behind-the-scenes Thanksgiving plans.
With his deliberate and methodical resolve, Isamu had gotten lost in the research of how to choose the perfect diamond. He was spending every spare moment (of which there were few in his busy schedule), hunting the Bay Area for his prize. And due to his quest for excellence, his hopeful timing was delayed.
You see, for Isamu it wasn’t about the ring per se. In fact the diamond still sits in the default setting it came in, in a special compartment in my jewelry box where I placed it a couple of years after he died, over twelve years ago. (His motive, knowing how picky my tastes were, was to have me design my own setting to hold the diamond. But we never got to do that.)
As I stand in the kitchen now, rolling out gluten-free pie-crusts and creating the designs on top of a pumpkin hazelnut tart with my niece, it’s inevitable for me to be brought back to those memories of holidays past. Isamu was the best pie edge crimper I’ve ever known and his love for food was so sensual that I was always so grateful to cook for him. It feels like forever since I’ve gotten to do so and like yesterday, all at the same time.
Those memories that I savor are ones of starting and building a family ~ of something that felt like spring in the midst of autumn.
Once again I return to the comfort of being in the folds of my parents (warmer!) home, now with my son nearly as tall as his dad was. I rise to the exciting challenge and fun of helping to prepare an extravagant meal to meet the differing dietary restrictions of everyone around the table. I look forward to the satisfaction of what I’m sure will be a meal prepared with love and gratitude and, most importantly, shared with those who have been a part of my past, present and future Thanksgivings.
I even think we figured out how to skirt one of our biggest holiday pitfalls. . . the holiday dinner clean-up. For that I give thanks!
What are your biggest holiday pitfalls?
This Thanksgiving I celebrate life, as Isamu did, and as I know he would have wanted his family to do. And I celebrate you, and all the steps you have taken this year to support your own true vibrancy and improved health.
I hope your plates are filled with the blessed patterns that holidays can offer; the return to tradition (old or adapted); faith in life, the bounty that is around you, and the promise that the year ahead holds; sweet remembrance of the people whose bodies no longer grace you at the table but whose presence is collectively held; and the gratitude that a meal shared with family and friends, or even chosen solitude, can bring.
Before you turn your attention to the festivities, take time to read, post and share our special holiday tips, collected just for you!
My special holiday gift to you is from the whole Replenish Nutrition team. We’ve gathered around the table to collect our personal Thanksgiving Tips to Trump Holiday Pitfalls
Feel free to print it, post it, and share your favorite of the 8 (or add to then!), over on the Replenish FB Page.
We often think that it’s the tryptophan in the turkey that makes us so tired after the Thanksgiving meal. Tryptophan is the essential amino acid that is the precursor to the feel-good neuro-chemical serotonin. In the body, serotonin is converted to melatonin, which regulates both mood and sleep.
Yet if we eat protein-rich foods, we’re likely consuming tryptophan all the time (possibly even every day) without feeling those same post-Thanksgiving sedative effects.
So let’s talk turkey.
What really leaves us slumping on the couch after the meal of thanks?
It could be the consumption of a more carbohydrate-rich meal than you might usually eat (stuffing, potatoes and pie all at one sitting). Or, and more likely for many of us, it could be your slowed metabolism after such a feast.
How, what and when we eat have a tremendous affect on our mood and metabolism. You may be tempted to skip your meals early in the day in anticipation of the calories that you’ll be consuming around the Thanksgiving table. Yet when you deprive the body by bypassing your hunger signals, then gorge on one huge meal, your body actually freaks out. It thinks its starving and does everything it can to store the food.
What happens then is that your metabolism becomes sluggish, you get sleepy, and the release of insulin in response to your meal is stored as fat instead of converted to energy. Big meals make you sleepy because your metabolism is slowed!
This Thanksgiving I’ll provide my body with continuous calories throughout the day. I won’t be in starvation mode when I sit down to feast, and my signals of satiety will be clear. As a result I hope to have more energy, less pent up (and somewhat frantic) hunger, & a more even mood.
Care to join me for a nibble?
With warmth and gratitude and holiday wishes,