So between graduation and birthday, I feel completely offfffff the wagon. It would have been impossible and futile to try. I feel like a fat ass. One of my secret fears came true when I saw my friend I hadn't seen in a year and a half, and it wasn't bad at all. But I leave to see my Dad on Sunday. Ugggh. Celery for me. Today I tried to be motivated but I just couldn't be. And the day ended with me eating Taco Bell because I had two glasses of wine and started to feel queasy when I "sobered up."
Here's to trying not to be a fat ass tomorrow. Uggghhh.