day 14

when I hit the halfway mark of health month, I did some reflecting and decided to start drinking. and I fell off the wagon in a majestic fashion, replete with twelve hours of drinking and irish car bombs. why did I start drinking again, you ask? frankly, I was miserable. I had barely left my apt. in two weeks except for work, and I was bored. and lonely. and cold. and allergic all the time. perhaps if I had had a local health month buddy to drink tea with I could've made it the whole time, but alas, I'm just not strong enough to be the only one, to go hang out with my friends at bars and shows and not drink. so while I have failed at health month, I don't really feel bad about it. I'm going to keep on the diet, and I intend to mostly keep on with it after health month. and I also intend to drink less than I did before health month. but I've had it with clean living. I won't bother to blog about it anymore (I'll save you the excruciating minutiae of my eating habits). so, the end result? while I only made it two weeks, I'm glad I did it. I'm sure my liver's glad I did it. but man, am I glad it's over.