Thursday, May 29, 2008
Holy crap ( I would use a more descriptive term, but I don't want the Spark Po-lice coming after me!). Talk about falling off the friggin' wagon. That SUCKED. Note to self: Don't do that again, DumbA$$!
So how did my spiral down to the chocolaty-flavored dark side begin? It was that damn penis cake. Seriously! Think about it. Who in their right mind could eat a piece of penis cake without booze?? Lots of booze??? It's like the whole experience of having and eating a piece of penis cake just loses that special "saav-wah-fare" without a good cocktail (HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! COCKTAIL!!! Yeah, I went there...and you thought I wouldn't, huh, fan? :) )...and it's also a little gross. But it's best not to go there...
Then there were the showers, the birthdays, the beginning-of-spring BBQ's, the wedding, it was all one big food-and-booze fest. And I kept thinking in my denial-laced mind, "Oh just one more burger/beer/scoop of ice cream/beer/chip-n-dip/beer/dee
p-fried Mars bar..." ok, ick on the Mars bar, but there was always that one more beer and you get the picture. OUT OF CONTROL. NO logging my food, NO water, NO exercise...~sigh~...and you want to know how deep the denial goes? I'm seriously thinking that by bleaching my teeth and using tanning lotion, my fat-ness won't be so on display at my 20-year HS reunion in 3 weeks...what IS that?!?
I'm back, tho. Kicking and screaming at myself all the way, but I'm back.
LOTS of booze...~shudder~...