I am fun, fabulous, and failing on occasion. I was blissfully hydrated and relatively well rested until we went out of town for the weekend. A 5 hour drive had me longing for coffee to stay awake. I was then begging for wine to take the edge off after lots of tears (Jordan cried for 100 miles) and the endless DVD loop of "The Sword and the Stone." That was just Friday. Over the course of the rest of the weekend, I had two small cups of coffee (not 2 large . . . the usual). I also had wine on Saturday night. I appreciated it all the more. It was like a mini vacation.
Verdict: I felt like garbage by Sunday afternoon mostly because I was eating like a mad woman. Fast, convenient food was the charge of this traveling circus. Was it worth it? YES! We got to see "Dad," I accepted a strong lesson in forgiving myself, I had something to really think and write about, and the moderation of alcohol and coffee was empowering. I don't NEED the caffeinated nectar to awaken my senses and keep me going. I'm not dependent on the booze to calm me down (Praise God for that little lesson).
I certainly won't swear off coffee or wine, but I will think twice before my habits take over and I reach for them (more on this later). I love the ritual associated with a morning cup of Joe and the conversations that inevitably flow over a beautiful glass of red wine. I have new treats . . . the exception, not the rule.
Cheers!
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