Archives for: June 2006, 05
Saturday afternoon we went to a wedding. It was the first of my son's friends to marry, and I kept remembering the groom as a 4-year-old, playing GI Joes in my den.
There were good Type O choices at the reception. I had roast beef, salmon with some kind of delicious green garnish, and fresh fruit.
Conversation at our table covered a lot of topics. Then out of the blue someone said to me, "Aren't you involved with that Blood Type Diet? What's an A supposed to eat?" I tried to keep my answer brief, knowing that my husband and daughter were thinking, "Oh no! Don't get her started." But the people at the table were really curious, and asked lots of good questions. So I talked a little about why I started the BTD and how the diets for each type are different.
About that time, the bride and groom got ready to cut the cake. Everyone at the table rose to get a piece, except me. Having just said how much better I felt when I didn't eat wheat, I couldn't very well make an exception. I was held accountable by my own words.
I'm sure the cake would have tasted good. However, I'm also sure that I felt better for the rest of the evening by avoiding it.
By each plate was a little gold bell with this on the tag, "Join us in ringing the bell to celebrate a lifetime of love and happiness." What a cute idea instead of throwing rice or birdseed!