At risk of sounding like an alcoholic, I think I have found another weakness besides chocolate...
The chocolate cravings have finally subsided, but I made a terrible mistake in saying hello to an old friend this weekend.
I haven't quite got used to going to a music festival and not drinking, not for any other reason than it is one of the few times I let my hair down.
Seeing as though beer has fewer points than virtually everything else, I decided to open my heart to an old love.
I have always been the beer swigging, rugby watching, really cool guy with long hair, untill I actually started thinking about rather being seen as a girl.
I tried drinking more ladylike drinks, but nothing comes close to the delicious taste of an ice cold beer.
Problem is though, beer makes me hungry, and while I applaud myself for showing serious self control, I could have eaten my way through an entire McDonalds branch if you let me!
Oprah would probably say that I am making progress in terms of figuring out how I picked up my weight.
But surely the amount of jumping up and down I do at a festival helps me work of the beer?
Heaven knows I probably sweat most of it out in my rock induced trance...
But talking of trances, be warned that drinking red wine, and then spending time alone is not advisable.
I am sure that someday I will regain my confidence (I think of it as I am just getting rid of the dust that has settled over my confidence when I forgot it existed) but for now, I still spend a lot of time thinking about whats wrong with me, when logically I know (and this I preach to others) for everything that might not be cool, there are two really brilliant things that make me quiky...
woah, this became serious, Im off to grab a beer!
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