I’ve hit a wall. In many ways. I’m over the quarantine, for the first time just feeling done with it. I’m feeling a little over my job lately; just a little burnt out I think. And my drinking has increased, while my food discipline has decreased. It culminated yesterday in a day with no exercise, and a ton of drinking, so much so that I woke up hungover and throwing up. Hasn’t happened in years. Not even sure how much I drank, but the red wine began flowing around 5, I switched over to a few scotches in the middle, and then back to red wine. I was basically guzzling nonstop for 6 hours. Oof. I think it was just the end of a long stressful week, and all that anxiety just released at once.
Feeling pretty disgusted with it, but I’m now determined not to drink anymore. I’ll have a beer at a backyard BBQ, but I’m not doing the scotches or red wines, or the regular daily drinking, and I’m not binge drinking like this anymore. It’s awful for your sleep, your energy, your weight, your health, your state of mind. There’s really nothing good about it. Poison. I literally poisoned myself sick. Jeez. Shameful.
So anyway, I’ll be laying off the booze. In terms of weight loss it’s always been the X factor. Regardless of the type of diet I’ve done, there’s one constant — when I don’t drink, I get in good shape and feel great; when I drink, I get fat and out of shape and kind of miserable. And that’s not to mention that during my sober periods I sleep better, have more energy, make better food choices, am in a much more positive place mentally, and feel fantastic.
Someone please come to my house and facepunch me if I start drinking all the time again.
xo
Oats