My drink: a margarita
As planned, last night I went to KS's going away party. I was extremely anxious about seeing the friend from high school but actually the entire party went really well! Firstly, seeing this friend from high school was absolutely fabulous. She was so nice to me and we had some great conversations. When the party ended we exchanged contact information so that we could hang out while we're both in town. I'm not sure if that will ever happen, but I actually feel like I can count her among my friends. And that feels good.
Something else happened at the party: I allowed myself to have a drink (see photo above). Alcohol is a huge fear food for me because I know it's typically packed with calories, and for that reason I had not had anything to drink since 2008 when I went to a friend's New Year's party, got really drunk, and threw up on my friend. I didn't finish the drink (I probably had a third of it) because I had to drive home. But I feel like this is some form of progress.
On a completely unrelated note, this evening I went to the gym in a continued effort to get my energy levels up and to combat my awful body image. I had a pretty good workout. I just really don't want to be fat anymore; toned would be preferable.
5 comments:
NOS, I'm so proud of you! And as you are doing better, I am tanking... or maybe I'm actually doing better too... its just very painful right now and I'm scared. xo ~ L
I am glad you had a good time and the party and had a good time with an old friend. It sounds like the night was very productive.
Try to get some rest and enjoy yourself some.
Thinking about you,
Wanda
Good Morning NOS,
So happy to hear you had a good time at the party and connected with your friend from school.
Blessings,
Tammy
Sounds like you had a wonderful time!
I don't know if it's just me, but I tend to plan for the worst with just about every social situation. I hate being surprised and feeling out of control, and this way that doesn't happen. Plus, if things do go well, it's a pleasant surprise!
thank you sweetie. you're a doll.
take my advice from an experienced old shoe:
1) don't get married (affairs are okay, but not with married/attached men);)
2) don't have children (only mormons and ultra, ultra orthodox jews should procreate);)
3) if you HAVE to get married, marry only a man who's filthy stinking snot freezing rich, make him have a vasectomy beforehand and get a prenup that says in the likely event of a divorce (when I discover what a fucktard you actually are) I get half of all of husband's ASSets
love ~ Lexie
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