I felt monumentally cheesed off with things yesterday and not as euphoric as I should have been at losing 3lbs. I drank two bottles of wine. They were divine, I was divine, all was fab. Today I am still drunk. The hangover is on the backburner, I can feel it lurking. I am dreading the weight gain. I am remembering a little motto that keeps me off booze "You cannot diet with a hangover". I will soon be hit by the yearning for carbs. I will then retire to bed for three days. Oh well, I have nothing much on this week so it doesn't really matter. I absolutely loved being drunk. It was lovely. I was not out of control I was just in a happy mood.
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