Yup, that's it. I suck. Big.Fat.Green.Donkey.Balls.
I drank beer last night.
Yes, I couldn't even make it a day.
BUT! In my defense, I worked really really hard on shoveling gravel:
And I got dirty:
|Not amused at being dirty.|
|Those aren't shadows on my pants. That's dirt. Lots and lots of dirt.|
That alone deserves a beer.
Ughhhh, I still suck. And I'm still a failure.
Alright. Truthfully, I've got to start taking some medication next week that I can't consume alcohol on. And it's something that I could be on for months. So, I was trying to be the 'good' girl and start a week early, and use the excuse that's it for my 'health'. But I'm not good. I'm evil. Well, not evil (most of the time), but just not good. I don't want to give up beer, because I just heart it so much. But I'm being forced to. And I know that it will be better for me, and that's one of the reasons I can live without it for months without pulling my hair out and randomly screaming obscenities at strangers. But I have ONE MORE WEEK. I have one week to have a drink or two before I have to say no for awhile.
So I'm taking back what I said yesterday. We're just going to pretend that it didn't happen. Let's all travel to LaLa Land with me and pretend that stupid blog posts about giving up alcohol a week before I'm supposed to, don't exist. Yesterday was not Day #1. Monday the 10th will be Day #1. I mean, just on the booze thing. I'm still giving up all the crap food and starting to exercise and everything starting yesterday.
I know y'all are disappointed in me and know I can do better. And even my AB (accountability buddy) Ronnie did an awesome job last night of trying to get me to put down the malt beverage. But sometimes you just can't fight yourself hard enough. I'm sorry that I let you down Ronnie!!!
Please still be my friends even though I'm a total douche canoe failure!