Too hot at Thanksgiving

Next year I am going to stay home, maybe invite a friend or two, and eat in peace

I went back home for Thanksgiving and I really wish I hadn’t. My family is very stereotypical when it comes to uncomfortable Thanksgivings. Politics and socioeconomics come up at every large get together. It was even worse this year with the pandemic going on. Not only that, but Thanksgiving was held at Uncle Larry’s house this year. Uncle Larry keeps his thermostat set to 80 degrees apparently. It was so hot and uncomfortable. I don’t think the heater ever kicked off all day long. I could feel my heart pounding during the whole dinner. It wasn’t until I got back to my parents’ house and locked myself in my old bedroom that I was finally able to relax. My parents keep their thermostat set to a more sensible 74 degrees in winter. So at least my room was comfortable. However, I didn’t feel like talking to my parents at all. Not after what they said during Thanksgiving. I also checked my pulse tracker once I finally was cool and relaxed. I guess all of that heat and turmoil really did have my pulse racing. My pulse tracker said I met my exercise goal for the week during that one dinner. I guess it is a good thing that all that food won’t go to my thighs. However, I am not sure it was worth it. Next year I am going to stay home, maybe invite a friend or two, and eat in peace. No political drama and no 80 degree heat. Then I will really have something to be thankful for.

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