Being the first major traditional stuffing yourself holiday since my total gastrectomy, I was a little anxious about how Thanksgiving would go. I was pretty pleased.
I slept in, had breakfast about 9:30 and then got making apple pie. I had made pumpkin and sour cream raisin (my first attempt...my husband's favorite, so I thought I would give it a try) the night before. During the pie making, there was one issue after another, but survived not finding the mixer bowl I was looking for, the meringue not stiffening, the pie crust falling apart trying to put it in the pie plate, a collapsed crust, and whatever else went wrong.
We left the house a little after noon to head to the home of my step-sister-in-law's mother (did you follow that one) where we would share Thanksgiving Dinner with about 30 "family". Having been about 2 1/2 hours since I had ate breakfast and knowing it would be at least an hour and potentially a couple of hours, before we had dinner, I took along a protein bar to eat as a snack on the way. I laughed about eating a snack on the way to Thanksgiving dinner, but knew that if it got much over 3 hours between me eating, I could potentially have issues and wanted to avoid that.
We ate around 1:30. I put small portions of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole, corn and a roll on my plate. I've got pretty good about judging how much I can eat, but I thought there was a good chance I had put too much on my plate this time, but I hadn't. I ate every bit of it. I sat at the table and visited for a little bit and then eventually decided I was able to have some pie. I cut a little bit off of a piece of apple and a piece of pumpkin and had probably about 3 bites of each. It was delicious (if I don't say so myself) and satisfying. I never felt bloated or sick or anything. I had succeeded in limiting myself to just the right amount.
I continued to feel great the rest of the day. I would say that's a successful Thanksgiving!