April is my month of exercise, eating right and not drinking. The "eating right" part is a bit of a struggle (all that Easter candy! and people retiring! Too much food!) but I have been getting most of the exercise in. The weather hasn't been cooperating with that, as Jules and I planned on doing a lot of walking outside. Still, we have been creative and gotten our exercise in. The "not drinking" part has been very easy as I overdid it on April 2. Like, REALLY overdid it.
JandJ had a party that night, and I decided we needed to play a drinking game. Big mistake. It was lots of fun and everybody enjoyed it, but sometime during the game, I lost it. I don't remember the game really finishing, or putting on my bathing suit. I vaguely remember getting in the hot tub (where I cracked my cheek on the tub). I don't remember ANYTHING in the hot tub. I remember getting out, falling flat on my back in the snow and going into the house. I know that I was in the bathroom for quite awhile, alternating puking and feeling like I was dying. Ani put me into the shower at one point. He got me downstairs, where I was in the bathroom there for awhile, before finally collapsing in bed and completely passing out. What time? 11:00 pm. That's right, folks! I didn't even last until midnight.
The next morning, I was up by about 7:00 as my stomach and my head couldn't handle laying down anymore. Of course, they didn't like walking or sitting up, either. It was a completely hellish morning. I took some Gravol and went back to bed for about an hour and a half. I got up, took the kids to their dad's (yes, I had R and S with me. Bad Mom) and went home and passed out on the couch for about two hours. I eventually had to get up and go grocery shopping as the kids were coming back to my house that night.
Worse day, EVER! I was horrified that my children saw me like that, that ANI saw me like that. I have no idea what happened. I didn't think I drank that much. Ani and JandJ all think it was because I hit my head, but my blackout starts BEFORE the hot tub.
Whatever happened has scared me enough that I don't want that to happen again. I'm glad I had decided not to drink this month. I needed a break. I may continue this for another month.
On the weight loss part, I have not seen a change AT ALL. Very depressing, but I am also learning to not dwell on it. It's just a number and I am starting to accept me the way I am. That doesn't mean I won't still try to lose weight, but I am not as obsessive about it. I am learning how to dress myself better and to not look at the size of pants I am buying. As long as they look good, does it matter that they are a size 13 and not a 9? Does it really matter? I don't think so.