yea, turkey day big flippin' hip hooray

Now i am in a grumpy mood. i want wine on Thanksgiving. Master has wine. Bottles and bottles of it. Last night i suggested a nice white be put in to chill. Of course He puts in a Rose. He never can let me have my way completely. Today i am thinking a glass of wine would be nice during the day while we relax, nearly everything is ready. He said no. He said we don't need a whole bottle of wine. i know if i push it, i can have a glass now and a glass with dinner. But i will feel like shit for doing so.

i think He remembers my time in Taiwan and thinks there will be a back lash. For cripe's sake. i've been here nearly 5 years. And in that time, i have probably had 10 occassions to drink. And of those 10 occassions, perhaps only one that had any hope of becoming a full out drink-fest with attending morning after hangover. i would like a glass of wine now. And He won't let me have it.

i know this is a hissy fit. i know i am about to throw a tantrum. i know i am not going to be happy with myself tomorrow, and that i am going to make His day unpleasant. Bue why can't He let me have one stinking glass of wine on the patio while i read my book?

Oh, no, it will be one glass at dinner, and then cork the damn bottle and put in in the refrigerator until it turns to vinegar like the other three bottles already there. Which is a bigger waste? Throwing out bottles that have turned to vinegar after using electricity for two years to keep them cold? OR, drinking one whole bottle in a day, a day, i might add is a holiday, a day, i might add in which there is no danger of my drinking and driving. A day, i might add, that has two days after it before i go back to work. And then being in possession of one less bottle to wow the company that may or may not come to be offered something to drink.

i hate the holidays. And on deeper introspection, hell on surface introspection it is not because i can't have a damned glass of wine at nooon.

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That is not the real reason for my funk. Since Monday i have gained five pounds. And i don't know why. And that is the honest truth. We have been following the Weightwatcher's plan since September and by last Monday, i had lost 19 pounds, one pound short of my goal for today. This morning i got on the scale, and WTF! the damn thing reads up 4 pounds instead of down the one i wanted. Boy, now i'm motivated. Fuck yes.

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The meal was good. The turkey was beautiful, i must say i got a good dew on the stuffing. The potatoes were good, of course we haven't had potatoes in over a month so of course they would be good. Master's pecan pie was exceptional and i had three glasses of wine with the meal. i am stuffed way beyond my comfort level. i want to sleep now. i hear turkey does that.

And so it was written

That those who are assiduously trying to loose weight shall be saved from temptation by a dog who will go into the kitchen, jump up on the counter and with no malice but plenty of forethought shall eat the remainder of the pecan pie.

And it so came to pass.

And some day Master will smile again.