The first week of turning 50 I slapped on my sweats and a
big t-shirt and immersed myself in comfort food. I drank several quarts of
eggnog at different times that week, ate butterscotch pudding, my son's
leftover Halloween candy but I controlled myself and only ate the kinds I knew he
didn't like. Some of it's a blur. I know there were pinwheels, strawberry logs
and Chico sticks involved, but I honestly only remember one actual meal. Yes,
yes, you have to watch what you eat as you get older, but week one was about
drowning my sorrows. I'm not a big drinker. I do like champagne, but that's a
'happy' drink and I was not happy. I like Japanese Plum wine, but that mellows
you out and I wasn't in the mood to be mellow, I was mad! The meal I remember
was when my boyfriend took me out Friday night to a Brazilian
steakhouse. It was a wonderful evening just the two of us. He’s a sweet guy.
He's 12 years younger than me so he has no clue how it feels to turn 50, but he
gets a gold star for getting me out of the house.
What did I learn from week one? Hum. Have to say:
1. Let yourself be mad! It's okay to wallow in your pain, just don't live there.
2. Eggnog is awesome.
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