Picture, if you will...
Mr. Wonderful is away for the night. I legitimately have to go to the store late afternoon. I couldn't have set it up better if I'd tried. And sure enough... there is that 'thought'. Why? Why now? Why today? When I'm actually feeling very good and confident and in tune with my sobriety?
I feel sick to my stomach. I guess 3 chocolate bars and a big glass of milk will do that to ya. Thankfully, I won't wake up at 3am with fuzzy slippers in my mouth and a pounding head ache. I may feel some regret when I step on the scale in the morning but it could have been much worse.
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