I *definitely* binged last night at my cousinís wedding.
But at least I can say it was on the wineÖ not the food. Even though I totally planned on being the designated driver ( wp.me/p1N36Q-dX
), I think being at the wedding made me a little nostalgic and emotional about my own wedding last year ( wp.me/p1N36Q-bC
). So I knocked back a few extra glasses of champagne. (I definitely felt it as I slogged through Bodyworks and yoga classes this morning).
Letís focus on the positives, shall we? I got nervous when I entered the cocktail hour and saw the enormous mountain of food available. With choices like a made to order pasta station, quesadillas, cheeseburger sliders, pierogies, and various meats in unidentifiable sauces, I wondered why my cousin even offered an entree.
I didnít know what was in the dips and sauces, so I avoided them Ė but I didnít feel too deprived as there was also a huge assortment of veggies, fruit, cheeses, and meats.
There was really no need for an extravagant five course meal after this spread. I definitely let my guard down, though Ė it was like I felt I deserved a ďfree passĒ to be less vigilant after successfully navigating the cocktail hour. Hereís what I was served (in order):
- Penne Vodka (I sent this back.)
- A spinach/walnut salad with a raspberry vinaigrette (I ate it. I know, that was pretty risky without knowing what was in the dressing. Gotta be better about asking in the future.)
- Lemon Sorbet Intermezzo (I ate this too. Sad that Google searches Iím doing now indicate this likely had gluten in it.)
- Chateaubriand (I ordered it without the sauce. It was amazing. I also figured it would be pretty safe to eat the green beans and carrots that came with it).
- And finally:
Chocolate Wedding Cake. I did not eat this, although I did eat the scoop of chocolate mousse it was served with.
Does chocolate mousse contain gluten? This was one thing I tried to look up on my phone before indulging, but didnít come up with a solid answer. I figured it would be pretty standard Ė chocolate, sugar, dairy. Chased it with some coffee and another glass of champagne. My husband intelligently started drinking diet cokes at this point.
I was certainly happy to get home and get in bed late last night Ė but at about 2am, I was roused by the worst case of heartburn I have ever had in my life. I felt like I was going to choke to death on my own acid reflux. Itís not a very common occurrence for me so Iím wondering what to blame Ė the food or the drink? The Wheat Belly blog suggests those with chronic acid reflux can be cured by going wheat free, but this was a one-off occurrence for me and Iím not sure I could blame a little bit of sorbet for what I experienced Ė my throat is still in some pain.