We had a pretty busy weekend. My brother-in-law and his fiancee got married, and we all were in the wedding.
Friday I took the kids to meet up with my husband and the rest of the family in Sackets Harbor at the battlefield for rehearsal. Family drove in from all over, even some that weren't in the ceremony itself, but came a day early. Rehearsal went well, and there was an air of celebration. We headed to the dinner at the Partridge Berry Inn in Watertown afterward.
I was apprehensive about it, obviously because of my new restrictions. We were the last to arrive, because we had to stop and get gas. We went in and got drinks. I was hoping for iced tea; I had to settle for lemon water. I didn't think it would be hard to watch everyone else drinking alcoholic beverages, or even juices, but it was. They also had a fruit/cheese/cracker table set up, which I left alone. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat much dinner and didn't want to ruin it with fruit.
I had to skip the salad course as well, because I can't eat raw veggies yet. But it looked good, and tasted the dressing my daughter had on hers (she's a bit of a chocoholic and it looked like chocolate pudding...I had to make sure it wasn't!). I also passed on the roll, for the same reason I passed on the fruit.
Then the time came for dinner. I was in line for the buffet when the bride's mother pulled me out to tell me that she had ordered me a special dinner. That was so incredibly thoughtful of her, and I was touched. Then she told me what it was: roasted chicken and vegetables. I hated having to tell her I couldn't eat meat yet. Should I not have told her and taken it anyway? I felt like I offended her. She ended up giving it away, and I heard it was delicious. I'm sure it was.
Back in line I went. It was mostly pasta, and I can have that (in theory). I figured I would get my son a plate and eat off of his. I got us baked ziti, tortellini in a spicy pepper and mushroom cream sauce, and stuffed rigatoni. Well, I wouldn't let the little turkey feed himself, so he wanted no part of it. He was content to eat his grape halves and crackers...that he fed himself. So I nibbled on what I could, and felt ridiculous. I also felt envious, regretful, disappointed and resentful.
It seems as the days go on, the less I can eat.
The day of the wedding found us in Watertown bright and early to get our hair done. All of the girls that were in the wedding met at the same place for hair and makeup. We met there at 9:30. I've never had my makeup done by a professional before, and I have to admit I enjoyed it. And it turned out really nice. Overall I was pleased with how I turned out.
We had until 2:00 til the limo was picking us up, so we went to the bride's mother's house for a small lunch. Again I was nervous about the food. She had a cold cut and cheese platter for sandwiches, mixed fruit, and green salad. I had blueberries, watermelon, and ice water. I wanted my daughter's sandwich so bad. My niece wanted no part of her ham sandwich, and I wanted to say, "that's ok, honey, Aunt Cor will eat it for you".
Then came the time to put on our dresses. It was do or die time...I hadn't tried on my dress since it came back from the alterations. I put on all my fat squishing undergarments and my strapless bra, and slid into my dress. It was a little too big around my chest and back. Strangely, I was tickled! That meant I lost enough weight in a week's time to make my dress too big. I put on the jewelry I wore in my own wedding for the first time in 7 years and emerged from the bathroom feeling like a princess. The bride's eyes got big and she got a huge smile and said I looked amazing. She said I looked so much younger, at which point I had to tease her and say, "you mean not like the old hag I usually look like?" She said no, I just didn't look like a mom. Although I've earned my mom battle stripes, I'll take that one.
At 32 years old, I had my first limo ride. My 6 year old daughter was giddy with excitement. My own excitement died when I had to practically crawl in on my knees and then sit on a bench seat with my boobs in my throat and my knees in my chest. Being well endowed and tall is a pain in the ass more often than not! Thankfully the limo was well stocked with little bottles of water.
The wedding went wonderfully, the ceremony was beautiful and went without a hitch. I actually felt pretty walking down the aisle, and when my husband wiggled his eyebrows at me from his place with the other groomsmen, I got this ridiculous grin on my face. The following pictures are usually a nightmare for me, but this time I had fun. So all this nonsense with the food and my conflicting emotions have been worth it.
The limo took us to the reception, and shortly after taking our places at the head table, we were served with rolls and salad. Again, none for me. I felt like a total idiot, like every eye in the place was on me. Of course, no one cared what I was doing, and I doubt no one even noticed, but still. So I picked up my fork and pushed the salad around so it looked like I had eaten some of it. The waitress wasn't fooled...she gave me a funny look when she asked if she could take it.
I chose the seafood alfredo for my dinner, as I can't eat meat yet. I was hoping it had fish in it. It didn't, just shrimp and scallops. I can't have those yet either. So I twirled my linguini one strand at a time and made an effort to chew carefully and thoroughly, all the while wishing my dinner came with the baked potatoes everyone else's did. After 4 bites, I knew I overdid it. I sat there hoping the feeling would go away, staring at the bathroom the whole time wondering if I should go. I ended up quickly heading in that direction and asking my husband's little 7 year old cousin if I could butt in line ahead of her because I was going to be sick. Her grandmother had the surgery years ago, so she knows how it is. She let me in, and up came my 4 strands of linguini and a gallon of water (again, no iced tea). Ugh.
As I headed back to my table, I saw that there was a potato next to my plate, and all my shrimp were missing but for their tails. My sister-in-law told me she conducted a trade, a baked potato for my shrimp. The bride's mother to the rescue again. So I made an effort to eat 3 bites, even though I didn't want to.
After dinner, my inner dancing queen came out. Those reading this who know me well are thinking "what?!" Apparently I'm comfortable enough with myself to shake my groove thang. And shake it I did. Between the dancing and the sweating I did (very attractive, by the way) I must've lost another 5 pounds. Let's hope.
We skipped out on the family breakfast this morning, as I couldn't take another meal that I couldn't eat and would be jealous of. The only one who would have enjoyed it was my husband, as I can't have more than a bite or two, my daughter doesn't eat breakfast food, and my son won't touch eggs. By the time we headed home it was late morning, so we stopped and they got subs to eat on the way home. I sipped on my water, hating this whole thing.
First thing when we got home, I threw my daughter in the bathtub to get rid of the sparkles in her hair (glitter is evil in my opinion) and headed to the kitchen to make myself some real mashed potatoes. Ahhhhh.....finally.
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Congratulations, Mike and Suzanne!
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