You know you have a problem when you whip out your iPhone to show the waitress that it is 30 seconds until noon so you can, in fact, order this Bloody Mary.
Therapist: “I’m not necessarily saying you need to drink LESS wine, but you should probably at least be drinking BETTER wine.”
Me: “Can I get that in writing?”
Me: “Like, on a prescription pad?”
Me: “I’m serious.”
My therapist suggested I try a “fun little experiment” where I cut out all alcohol on the week days and log how it affects my mood and exhaustion levels.
So now I find myself staring at the stocked bar in my kitchen on a Friday morning, wondering if holidays still count as week days. Or if ANY Fridays still count as weekdays. I mean it’s FRIDAY. That’s basically the weekend. Even if it’s morning.
And that’s when I realize that this is no “fun little experiment.”
It’s an intervention.
Whenever someone gives me a compliment, I automatically assume they are drunk.
I know, this doesn’t say much about my self esteem. So I am working on it.
I’m trying to get to a place where, when people say something nice to me, I truly believe they are being genuine. That I am a good person, and people can recognize and point out my positive qualities without being under the influence of a ton of alcohol.
And the fact that they’re always throwing up right after– that’s just a coincidence.
I originally bought this oversized wine glass for my Tami Taylor Halloween costume, but it turns out it’s great for special occasions, like Mondays, Daylight Savings, and 4:55pm.
It really is the rudest. And beyond immature. Overall just shows a total lack of respect and class.
I hope he didn’t mind.
(End of testing season. Teacher happy hour at 3pm. I’m sorry!!!)
Today I wanted to run:
Instead, I ran: