Day 15

I don't know what snapped in me, but day 15 was an utter failure.

I decided to try organizing my clothes since my room is full of random stacks of my stuff. So I picked up some new hangers, put on a Tori Amos CD, and poured myself a glass of wine. And another. And another.

I pretty much said fuck-it and drank an entire 1.5 litre bottle of wine, and when that was gone, I drank the personal-sized bottle of champaign that had been in the fridge for weeks.

Something in my just gave up control and wanted to drink.

I also ate. Not a ton, but more than I should have.

Let's see... I think it was: a few pieces of beef jerky, a leftover salmon fillet (I was eating bits off it throughout the evening, and then I mashed up the rest of it and mixed it with guacamole & sour cream for a chip-dip), plus some rice & bean chips that I dipped in the salmon mix.

I feel ashamed today.

But all I can do now is move on.

I will not drink today.