Who Fell Off The Wagon?

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Squeak fell off the wagon!

I had a rough day yesterday. It started off well - I alternated rooibos and respberry spark teas, did my first set of push-ups and crunches early on. That's when things started to go downhill. I got progressively weaker and dizzy throughout the day. These are both potential signs of alcohol withdrawal, but I kind of doubt that's what it is. I've gone longer without drinking before. By the time I left work, it was all I could do to keep my head up. At home, I was tempted to eat, but I was too tired to move my jaw. Laid down on the bed for about 20 min., then proceeded to start eating everything in the kitchen. I was just making a salad when Ken got home, but he had to go to the gym without me. After he left, I decided I might as well go for it, and warmed up a simple syrup to dunk the last bagel in, then threw as much of it up as I could. I actually got most of it, just not the 1/4 loaf of french bread.

I got more and more depressed as the night went on. Ken made his salad, and we watched a re-reun of PMFR, then the Simpsons and cuddled on the couch. Cuddling almost turned to fucking, but I was not feeling it. Did a whole lot of nothing for the rest of the night. I also managed to eat another carrot, and two of the carb-watchers whole wheat tortillas with sugared sour cream. I was debating eating more, but that didn't happen. In bed, Ken was clearly hoping for sex. Also not going to happen. Cuddling was good. I feel no better today.