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!
You didn't let me down, babe! Don't beat yourself up too hard. We all fall down, we all get dirt in our underpants... although I have never laid sod, so I can't say we're all done that.ReplyDelete
But, anyway, have a good day. Text me lata!
We love you Laura!!! We all have moments of weakness and I don't think anyone feels any different about you. Before I had the lapband I ate everything I could fit in piehole because I had that feeling like it was my last chance to have it.ReplyDelete
I recently had to give up alcohol for awhile & I missed it so much. Why is it we always want what we can't have? You'll be fine though, I promise! =)ReplyDelete
Beer and hard labour go hand in hand... dont beat yourself up... when they built my deck - you know what they drank? Beer! When women have babies in England You know what they give those mamas? Beer!!! All good hard work deserves a Beer... So hold your head high, and get your dirty self a cold one.. or 3!ReplyDelete
I have a new rule for you... no more negative self-talk! And for Christ's sake, have a beer! Especially knowing you won't be able to for a while. Can you tell I'm a big fan of the "last supper"? Yep.ReplyDelete
If you're a failure then I am too. Remember my no ice cream promise? Yeah, that didn't happen either so we're in the same boat love bug. I'm with Maria and say have some now while you can.ReplyDelete
PS - you still look amaze-balls even dirty. /love
I had kettle corn last night. So what? It was one little luxury and I did all my work to get it. Just like you did. One beer won't hurt you. Now when you go drinking the whole case on Saturday, we will talk. :)ReplyDelete
oh my that looks like back breaking work. What can you do now..it is what it is. Although selfish me realized that you won't be drinking in Chi town and now I am super sadReplyDelete
Woot woo...if I had a hot body like that I wouldn't be the least bit worried about drinking that beer :)ReplyDelete
I say drink that beer. Don't deny yourself before it is time! :)ReplyDelete
So it was a nice thought, didn't work. Been there, done that. Clearly the motivation will be different next week. xoxoReplyDelete
What exactly puts the fun in funderwear, anyway?