So I’m down about 12-15 lbs from August. That’s not bad, after all. I feel thinner these days, too. I like the way my clothes fit, and yes, the infamous black dress does fit (though still a tad snug). Picture to follow.
Now, after my fast, I really wanted to stay on the straight and narrow, and the thought of cutting out meat for good was a pleasant option. Tis true that I could simply cut out booze and lose all the weight I could ever hope to, but after downing a 26′er of Stolichnaya Raspberry Vodka last Friday (more on that later), it seems abundently clear that giving up meat is the better option.
So I’ve tried a couple of things, I’ve bought a couple of tools, and I’m getting into the idea of making things all veganeze. Last night was my first foray in to the world of veggie patties and I made a recipe from http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/ that was all right. It looked really good, just like her photo, and so that was nice. Plus, I’m getting a lot more comfortable in the kitchen. What’s hilarious is that I have these urban hip recipes that call for all of these veggies that I’ve never prepared before, and as I press on, I refer back to my good old Betty Crocker Cookbook for the “how to” tips!! (just stop reading the second she mentions cream, salt, or butter!)
Anyway, I’ve been pouring over these veggie blogs, looking at all the beautiful photography, and it really inspires me to stick with it, to keep trying things, knowing it will get easier…
Now, about Friday night… Foozeball Friday is turning into quite the *thing* but I was working (as usual) and by the time I was out of my uniform and ready to go, the beer at Ange’s was long gone, and so I went home first to put together a sampler. That’s right, I wanted a little variety, so I packed two different types of beer, the vodka, and some mixers. I drank everything. Brutal. Angelo and I cleaned up on the Fooze table though… I don’t really remember the latter part of the evening, only the vaguest recognition of yet another fight with Ange late in the evening. And then the 6:30am debaucle. This I don’t remember AT ALL. I didn’t believe Angelo when he told me about it when I woke up. He had to show me the damage.
I apparently started thrashing in my sleep, kicking and hitting, and then got up and started dragging his night table around. Ange asked what I was doing, to which I replied, “Looking for the light.” He told me it was on his night table, and I must not have liked that answer, because at that point I swung at his Aloe plant and tossed it across the room. Then I stomped out into the bathroom. He followed me and asked what the fuck was up, and I brushed him off (I can just imagine how I must have looked, sitting on the can, totally drunk and asleep, telling him to get lost!!) he cleaned everything up, and went back to bed. Crazy.
The next morning was a write off, of course, and I had a headache for a couple of days afterwards…
So yeah, healthy living for me!!!
