It's Time Again.

It’s that time again. I’ve found myself in the same boat I was in exactly one year ago this month. And now it’s time to trade the boat in for a wagon --again.

I am pretty disappointed in myself of late. I have fallen into some unhealthy habits and they are slowly draggin me down. My self-medicating of beer and wine, with the added prescription of nicotine is slowly undoing what I was so proud of last year. That not-so-flattering muffin top is fighting tooth and nail to settle itself back onto my midsection. And I’m giving it all the help it needs.

The fact that I hit the gym 5 days a week is of no consolation. I am barely maintaining. In fact, I am slowly slipping behind. The empty alcoholic calories added with the recovery effort consisting of chips, pasta and Double Stacks from Wendy’s are winning the race. All my hours of dripping sweat for naught. Say nothing of being alcoholically dehydrated prior to working up said sweat ! Which induces massive thirst, which later results in countless trips to the bathroom, which is just downright annoying in itself !!

My scale is bold-face lying to me ! Or it’s broke. Either way, I’m keeping it ! My jeans, however, are screaming at me in ALL CAPS ! Apparently I haven’t gained any documented pounds. But I know for a fact that ‘something’ is settling into areas that previously did not possess such width. And my ass is NOT where those ‘things’ need to be settling. Maybe if I stood on my head I could redirect those ‘things’ into a more acceptable location?

So, with all that in mind, and the fact that my local dealer has informed me of a looming increase in cigarette tax, I have resigned myself to the fact that I must, once again, experience the dreaded DT’s. Thankfully, these only last a few days, a week at most.

The cigs are easier to resist than the liquid poisons. As long as I stay away from those sneaky beers I’m fine. But damn it, open beer and it’s “insert Marlboro”. And, like a good lush, I justify one with the other. And vice versa.

I bought my last pack last night. There are no beers in the fridge. There is no wine in the fridge. There IS a bottle of vodka in the freezer, but I find that it upsets my stomach easily. So I’m hoping that will be deterrent enough.

My husband is tired of having sex with a drunk ashtray….And I’m tired of not remembering it.