A young lad was at our Slimming World Christmas party last night. His parents are both members, but brought him along as there was food to be had and they’d brought some rather tasty hot stuff.
After our weigh ins, there was no group chat, just a quick get stuck in to what was on offer, and believe me I did. I was hungry, and the florentines I’d taken in equated to about 3 syns each so proved very popular.
There were sausage rolls and savoury balls, salmon slices with cream cheese, sausages on sticks, prawns on cucumber, mince pies, and someone had spent an absolute age making a fruit Christmas tree which made a stunning centrepiece (google image here, but ours was bigger with more melon stars and orange segment ornaments):
The lad reminded us all that it was just 5 days to Christmas, and was full of chatter with every member of the group. Unlike a lot of other kids I’ve known, he wasn’t full of what he was going to get, how much he was going to eat, or how many relatives were coming to his house for dinner. He was excited yes, but I suppose you could say ‘disciplined’ with his enthusiasm, so there were no rolling of tired eyes or knowing nods of recognition and sympathy for his frustrated parents.
I noticed however that they didn’t have very much to eat, though there was loads to choose from on the table. I found out why when I was outside at 9pm waiting for Hubby.
The three of them were placing an order in the pizza house opposite.
Reminds me of my friend and I in 1991 walking the three miles to our aerobics/slimming group, working out with gusto, and then getting a bag of chips to munch on the way back!