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.