I'm a crappy drunk.
Friday, April 20, 2012
I was alright today. I thought I was going to fail at the end of the day when I was scarfing down those awesome everything bread sticks (3), to be followed by baby carrots and hummus (and two more bread sticks for good measure), and that square of chocolate that I ALMOST forgot to track. I have selective memory ya know. And then I input everything and I'm no where near going over. I could still eat a whole sandwich if I really wanted to. Clearly I am just crazy. I always do the same thing when I think I am going to just pig out. I tell myself I don't care. But I decided I did care and here I am. Even got in more than enough calcium, thank you (5) polly-o string cheese.
Yesterday was a special, different kind of story. I find that when I am hung over (ohgodiamneverdrinkingagainble
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I bought my sweetheart a pizza and some scratch offs to try to make up for being crazy. He usually ribs me pretty good when something like this happens but he took it easy on me (lucky me, I know he hates when I black out). I didn't track, and I can't even pretend to remember what I ate all of 1 day later. I tend to drink a lot of milk when I'm hung over. Not sure why. I wryly refer to puking after said milk-drinking as "makin' cheese" (think what you will, I know I am comic genius). I drank a lot of milk, and had a bunch of garlic knots and a slice. Some cereal and one of those cereal bars rounded out my day. Carb-tastic. I choose to be kind to myself when I feel like death.
I've decided to take sabbatical from drinking. I don't know/have a limit and, while I love to get crunk, crunk hasn't loved me in some time. Plus, that's a whole lot of calories I could be wasting on chocolate.