Tipsy = Skinny

Well, I went to the funeral and the table of cake was there in all of its glory. Seriously, there was an L-shaped buffet line and the tallest part of the L was devoted to cake. It wasn't just a cake table it was a string of about three tables together making up the Red Sea of cake. And whoever was cutting these pieces is not on WW. But, I managed to resist the 4x4" slab of yellow cake with chocolate frosting that was calling to me, and grabbed up a slice of angel food that went nicely with my lettuce salad and fruit and one thin slice of ham and dab of scalloped potatoes. Yay for me! Good choices!

After the funeral, I went along with my parents and sister to visit my Grandpa, and then my aunt and uncle. Then we went out for dinner with a different aunt and uncle who were in town from Colorado. We went to "The Townhouse" - this is your typical dive-ish bar that also serves food. Their specialties are pizza and broasted chicken, served with the slightest hint of bar smoke aroma in the air. But the food is good. And I had a rum and diet coke to start with. Now, these are empty calories, I know. But, after eating my 1/2 English muffin for breakfast, then the WW compliant funeral buffet, that rum and coke went straight to my head and then apparently I believed I was a size 4 and ordered broasted chicken, broasted potatoes, and got cottage cheese instead of the coleslaw (not because I was trying to eat healthy - I just don't like mayonaise at all, and thus not coleslaw). And I ate it all. And it was gooood. And this morning my stomach was very unhappy with me. So, I shut it up with a cake doughnut that my father bought and brought to me. (Once again, rude to say "no, Dad, I'm not eating that doughnut you picked out just for me. I've changed my lifestyle." - sigh) So, I skipped lunch, and tonight had most of a piece of leftover cheese pizza and a brownie.

Stupid weekends.