...and I need detox STAT.
But it's not happening. I can't get back into the groove of not drinking and not hanging out with friends. All I did for a year was shun people and booze and yes I lost a bunch of weight and now I'm SO close and vacation was SO fun that I just don't want to go back to that. Plus it's sunny out and there are books to read outside, beer to drink on patios, tennis to play, mountains to climb. I made it to my goal (by .1 pound) the day I left for Alaska and was pretty damn pleased about that.
Then vacation began. I started drinking way more than I have in the past year. Now that I think about it, I've probably had more booze in the past three weeks than I have since May of 2010. Oops. Oh well, I heard somewhere that my liver is totally fixing itself as I type this so I may need to imbibe even more later to give it a run for its money. It is the weekend now.
I was going to wait till Monday to weigh myself for the post vacation verdict because I PLANNED to have a week of detox first. But it just wasn't in the cards. So detox is pushed back another day, another week, another month and soon I'm 31 and fat again. No, it won't go that far. Though I did jump the gun and weigh myself this morning and although everything in my closet still fits fine (including the amazing ass designer jeans I got in Anchorage. They are both amazing and amazing for my ass) I did gain five pounds. Oh. Well. Honestly I couldn't care less. I wasn't done yet anyway and now when I jump start my system it'll be even more willing to drop the first couple pounds quickly. I hope.
Now I have to make a trip to the gym. Then to beer. It'll all work out in the end. Everything usually does.
