Friday, June 18, 2010
I failed.
Maybe starting on a Friday was a bad idea. Or odd. But sometimes, when you find yourself huddled on the hard-wood floor, with dark purple frosting buried deep beneath each fingernail, you think, “ Maybe life will get better tomorrow.” So tomorrow is today. And what a beautiful day it is. Actually, is disgusting; storming and hailing with tornado warnings. But I’m at the top of a (wealthy-only) glass-encased gym. I’m doing yoga and haven’t eaten much today… I feel worthy. My frosting-drenched self is but a mere shadow of the down-ward-dogging, stylishly famished me of Today. There is power in this feeling. I can start to love this. And once I get rid of all this fat… I’ll be King.
Now, the real battle of today: not to drink alcohol. This has proven to be more difficult on the mind than I anticipated (seeing as I’ve thought about it every ten minutes). Every add, social gathering, and successful TV show heroin makes me want the sauce even more…..mmm…. I want to be like Mary Louis Parker… gaunt and crazy-eyed, raven haired, drinking her Chardonnay. (No, I bet Pinot, that predictable bitch). But this doesn’t mean I’m an alcoholic. It just means I’m popular.
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