booze
I'm an idiot. I know better than to drink and think that my thinking will remain sound. Last night at the 4th of July get together I planned on having one beer. I even brought it with me so that I would have the kind that I like. After the beer, another friend showed up with margaritas. Unfortunately, the beer answered for me and I had a couple margaritas. At this point, the only thing keeping me from climbing into the trays of brownies and FOUR different kinds of ice cream was my abstinence. I knew what my abstinence definition was, and it has become a law written in stone in my heart. Thank God I didn't have to "think" about it.
My booze infested thoughts told me, "It's okay. Just drink your carbs and you'll still be in your food plan." Yeah...right. With a belly full of tequila, I was desperate for something absorbant to swallow and soak it up. Instead I had another burger patty, and suffered the acidic pain of no bun... It didn't feel good.
And to top it off...I said stupid things, laughed too loud, and made a general fool of myself. Oy vey. Will I ever grow up?
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