shesinparties

I have not had a drop of alcohol since Monday night.
Those who know me well understand that this is quite amazing.
I do love my beer.

This was not something I decided to do voluntarily.
It was brought on by a raging case of food poisoning or some type of stomach flu.
It was pretty gnarly to say the least
I lost 10 pounds in two days, if you get the drift.
I would have died if my man would not have been there to get me Gatorade, 7up, and crackers, and put up with my moaning and hot/cold flashes
He really deserves a medal

I woke up yesterday still shaky and weak, unsure if I could keep anything down.
I called in to work, 3rd time in 13 years, so it wasn't a big deal.
Rested all day.
Seriously considered having a beer.
Didn't.
Then I realized waking up feeling shitty from this really was not as bad as waking up hungover.
At least my fucking head was clear.
I really wanted to be productive even though I was too weak.
I read some of a book I have been meaning to read.
Went to bed early (for me).
Slept well.
Woke up feeling pretty darn good.
Maybe I am on to something here
So, in a way, I guess I owe a couple of days of eye opening sobriety to food poisoning, however weird that sounds.
Not to say I won't ever have another beer, that would be a flat out lie.
But I think it is time to slow down, treat myself better.
I think I may like it

I have way too much postive stuff going on in my life right now to just be in a haze all the time