It makes sense and I often sit back after I have treated my body with less than the respect it deserves scratching my head. Why do I do things that are not the greatest for me? Yes, I know we are only human but it is really befuddling me as to why I would do mean things to myself. Kids are making me angry, stuff my face or even worse, down a bottle of wine. I am not going to beat myself up further about the minor slip ups that came my way this Easter weekend but I am going to do my damnedest to ensure they do not happen again or at least be more armed to avoid it. I so wanted to indulge in some wine (Boozy Brain has been yelling loud and clear convincingly) but it really was not all I should been. I drank it like a woman possessed and although loved it for a few moments, the after math was pitiful. My tormented mind will be the death of me ----- NO ! I refuse to let this beat me. Okay two and a half bottles of wine drunk this weekend ( last Easter it would have been at least 8). Come on, I did not drink at my buddies 50th party and I got up and exercised and kicked on and only managed to fall down in private. In fact the only one that really knows what I have done is me as I kept it to myself and only indulged behind closed doors. Such pitiful behaviour but tomorrow is a new day. I drank beautiful green tea this evening and it gave me WAAAY more pleasure than the wine I gulped down obsessively last night. What was I thinking.
Well I am writing this to help myself and show my dedication for beating my demon within. I have done sooooo much better than I could have ever imagined and I did it alone. I have kicked the habitual boozy habit for good and I know my slip ups could mean I slip up even further but only when I listen to the Boozy Brain. He is going to try and get me this week but I refuse to let him win.