Have you ever done something even when your gut told you not to? Yeah, well, that is my life. But yesterday was one of those days when I really should have listened to my gut, mostly because it was my “gut” that was going to suffer.
New Year’s Eve. An evening that is shared with very good friends. An evening that has been a tradition for years. As I was running around in the afternoon picking up dessert and champagne for our traditional evening with our friends, I decided to stop into a McDonald’s drive through for a wee little cheeseburger and small soda (stop judging me, it was just a SMALL). You know, something to hold me over because Lord knows the 20 tons of appetizers that I was to be ingesting in less than 4 hours just wasn’t enough.
The traffic was a bear. I was having a hard time making a left into the parking lot. I was behind schedule on my errands. I’m supposed to be eating better. There goes that voice again, “No Mo, Not A Good Idea.” Oh screw the voice. I’m hungry dammit and besides I’m not starting my diet until tomorrow.
One hour and one toilet later, me and my gut were still running, but not in the way you are thinking. I will refrain from describing what was coming out of me. Let’s just say it definitely wasn’t rainbows and unicorns. So, was it the burger or the ice? I don’t know but the regret monster was working double time. My bad decision ran through me (pardon the pun) like a freight train on crack and in a short 3 hours I was ready to party.
Guess what was the first thing I did to ring in the new year? Perhaps it was the vodka. Was there ice in it?