I went into to work yesterday; helped out in the afternoon because, somehow, they were short-staffed. I went to the gas station before work because I had in my mind buying two Pepsis because it was BOGO for $1. I then saw a bottle of Perrier. Perrier at a gas station? And then I remembered reading an article online that instead of sugary drinks, one should, as an alternative, drink seltzer water, Perrier being one of the most flavorful. And I thought: You know, if I'm going to be serious about cutting down on sugar, I should drink Perrier instead of Pepsi. And then I bought two Pepsi bottles.
Had dinner after work, no big deal. A had a hard sleep, the kind where you'll have nightmares before waking up 11 hours after you conked off, before the alarm woke me up so I could go to the bar and watch the game. And because I wanted to give these guys our business I ate. A lot. The carnitas wrap was fine, as was the Angry Orchard. Threw in another Pepsi, too. But it's the cheese curds, man, the cheese curds that I still feel in my stomach. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea as a second course.
My waistline is 39 inches. I weigh 177 pounds. And even though I know in my heart of hearts they're not the problem and I'm only using their presence as an excuse, my parents aren't leaving for Vegas or a cruise any time soon. So, I have to control myself. But will I learn to control myself?
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