Sunday Sunday!

I had a great time yesterday at the  ‘do’ I went to. Met lots of old faces, and exchanged memories, and got teary as you do on those occasions, I realised it was probably the last time I was going to see a few faces that have woven their way in and out of my life.  But on the whole it was a joyful occasion, and everyone enjoyed themselves.

As I walked in the door,I was greeted by the hostess who took me directly to a table full of bottles of varying kinds, most of which were alcoholic — I have no problem with alcohol – except for the calories involved – but I scooted that one – by saying that I would be driving — not to be deterred my hostess directed me to the non-alcoholic things — my heart sank – they were all obviously full of sugar – and I really didn’t want to have any — so I took a glass to satisfy the hostess and carried  it away with me — not a sip did I take – I eventually put it down – as you do – on a table somewhere – and just forgot about it, and waited for the tea and coffee instead lol.

As far as food is concerned, I knew that what I ate was going to be the equivalent of my lunch.   I was my own master — or mistress, in that there were tables groaning with ‘pick up’ food – most of which the calorie count was not remotely discernable…so I restricted myself to 2 triangle sandwiches – one of chicken – and one of cheese, and what i can only describe as three small bite sized pieces of barbecued chicken on a stick.  I treated myself to a  little  individual meringue, with a small heap of cream and a slice of strawberry on top, that was going to be my lot — I was actually hungry, …I thought I would have enough to stave off a faint and leave it at that lol. I would rather be hungry and know that I hadn’t over done it – than to eat to fill and not know what I was doing as regards to calories — a little hunger doesn’t hurt once in a while — who’da thunk Blue~ would have said that a bit back .

I came home and had my planned dinner – and all was fine — Blue survives to fight another day!

I have a lot of siblings – three of which were there yesterday — and if obesity had a genetic cause someone somewhere ought to study us lol.  There are two definite ‘sides’ to my siblings – those that take after my mother in looks and build, and those that take after my f***** — we fall into one or the other, there are no in betweens.  Those that physically resemble my mother all carry a lot of weight ..not just a bit — a lot.  My elder brother died ten years ago weighing over 600lbs..and while  none of us remaining are remotely near that, I and three other brothers are all 300lb +.  Those that resemble my f***** are tall and willowy,  well over six feet, and of average or slim build.  There is no in between.  We have all had the same upbringing if not the same experience, I am sure that someone could discern something from studying us lol.

Its Sunday — Roast today – there is something really nice about a Sunday Roast, and it’s not all to do with food.  It’s to do with being around a dining table – talking with those who share your life, mulling over things, and especially now my children are grown, and have their own social lives, and work, and study its a time for us all to reconnect and find out whats been going on…I like Sundays. So many folks no longer either enjoy a traditional family Sunday – or even sit at table to eat en famille – its such a shame.  But then I am one who thinks that the breakdown of the family in society has a lot to do with what ails us all today – but what do I know!

Blue~

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