So I had read a Weight Watchers e-mail about tips to handle a wedding.
One tip was to survey all appetizers before taking any. You know, see what is available. What you want.
Well, I didn’t do that. Crab cakes came by and I grabbed one. Oh my goodness! They were so good. There weren’t a lot of appetizers. So it worked out great for me. What I had was yummy and worth the tastes.
I had also decided I would drink wine instead of beer (Curt and I bought a keg of Belgian beer as a gift for the party). We were hanging out chatting with friends (new and old) during the cocktail hour when the guys went to get another beer. My friend Joe asked me if I wanted another glass of wine. I told him I had already had two and wanted to wait a little bit. His response: He grabbed my glass and got me a refill. 🙂 HA!
Soon after that it was time for dinner. So I had only had a few sips of the third glass of wine.
There was a champagne toast and then dinner time.
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Curt and I are attending two weddings this month.
On Saturday I put myself back on plan and want to lose about 7 pounds. With upcoming weddings that is going to be a challenge for me.
But, hey, I did lose weight over Thanksgiving and Christmas a couple of years ago, for a total weight loss of about 30 pounds. So I know anything is possible.
I get the daily (or almost daily?) Weight Watchers e-mails with tips and stories. Today had an article titled, Wedding Guest Survival Guide.
There were tips from real people about how to prepare for the appetizers, drinks, cake, etc.
I will definitely be doing a lot of dancing–so I will be burning some calories. I will make sure to have a sensible lunch and not go to the wedding hungry.
One of tips I really liked was to scan all the appetizers first and then decide what you want to eat.
One person suggested bringing your own snack. I am not sure how I would feel walking around with carrots in my purse. 🙂
I will stick with wine–fewer calories than beer. And as long as I am not tipsy I would maintain … Continue reading