Piece of Pie

Thanksgiving was really rather seamless without booze.  So again, I'll reiterate, I'm pretty sure I don't have a drinking problem.  Good for reason 1) I'll never have to face all the "anonymous" people I know at "anonymous" meetings, 2) I'm losing weight.  I think. I haven't actually weighed myself.  My point: no drinking problem= chance at being skinny (I really don't want to look like Tori Spelling).

Since Thanksgiving was so easy, I'm really wondering how the Christmas season is going to go.  Like The Christmas Party.  A Sabres' game.  Where beer and hotdogs and nachos never tasted so good.  Or The Christmas Party.  Where you can get any drink you want and more.  But let's think silver linings.  Maybe if I get caught on the Jumbotron at the hockey game it'll be my hips instead of my gut will be sticking out for all of the arena to see.  And there always needs to be a DD.  New responsibility!  I wonder what it'd be like....

And as far as The Christmas Party goes- maybe I can now just pull off a bolero jacket and a 3 carat diamond ring.  Less calories, more money, what'd ya say, Mr Incredible?  The sheer glamour of ME will take all the attention that a bottomless glass of amaretto sours would take.  And there always needs to be a DD.  Which is the realistic side of this.

I'm like Tori Spelling, Cept Fatter and Less Alcohol

This blog took off like a fish with no fins.  Rest assured!  I've not had a sip of anything.  On the contrary, it's made me sick to think of any sort of beverage.  Positively sick!  That's only because, however, I was sick.  So I guess I'm at Me: 4 Alcohol:0.  T-86 days.  If I had it my way it would be T-12 days.  But that's how the cookie crumbles, or the beer spill, or the martini down the front of your dress.

I'm classifying myself as an Alcohol Anorexic.  Anorexic, no.  That's so junior year of high school.  Alcohol Anorexic, yes.  For many a reason.  First reason is that there is still beer and Mike's Hard Lemonade in my fridge.  And Three Olives in my cupboard, for what it matters.  If I were to PURGE of these things to promote my "good habits,"  I would most certainly've been an Alcoholic Bulimic.  But it surrounds me always (on a side note, Mr Incredible two days into this dumbfoundedly asked me why I wouldn't have a beer with him.  That's when I was sure this was a) a nightmare b) my version of hell.  or at least purgatory) and I just say no.  Like Tori Spelling with dessert.  Or dinner or lunch.

Second reason, I'm bound to lose weight by doing this.  Again, for many a reason.  First of all, I wouldn't be surprised if I had 400 calories a night (or every night I drank, anyway) from beer.  Secondly, let's consider the foooood the cheeeeese the chocolatttte the pizzzzzza.  I really don't have much of an appetite for that stuff unless beer past present or future is involved.  But that could be the flu talking.

Third reason:  I'm am in control like an anorexic.  I avoid drinking by mere distraction!  Like cleaning!  taking a shower!  organizing!  going for a walk!  reading a magazine!  or AA!
No that's not entirely true, not true at all, actually, but I said I have many a reason.  So I needed more than two.