Now that I have the time, I like to yodel on mountaintops!
Looking Back…
Remember when you used to get out a jumbo bottle of La Crema Chard, and your favorite green wine glass, and you’d find a smutty rag of a magazine, or a Hidden Object game on your laptop, and an old movie on TV, and you’d curl up on the leopard print couch with a party bag of M&Ms, and a lap blanket, and the sleeping dog and get quietly drunk by yourself all afternoon? No?
Does no one else notice the days are longer sober? It’s like the white nights in Russia – an almost unnatural amount of available time to do stuff. After the many years of occupying myself with the accouterments of my addiction, I feel delighted for the extra time, but I also feel like I’m posing for one of those awkward photographs where you’re standing without a prop to hold. What do I do with my hands?
I still love to while away the hours alone with a book or my laptop or a crime drama, but I feel the need, in those now rare occasions of downtime, to treat myself. From the time I was little, I associated “reward” with laying in bed, alone with a book and a bag of Lays Barbeque chips. I know, I know they call that an eating disorder… I don’t eat processed sugar anymore, so I am hard pressed to find something that packs the kind of trick and treat, psychological wallop a cold glass of wine and candy used to bring…
Can I get a panacea?
The things that excite my sober palate these days, are:
Skinny Pop is heading toward addiction in my world…
Remember when I told you to bolster your vinegar intake for energy?
Bragg sparkling vinegar (in a wine glass) actually gives me kind of a weird buzz…
Cutting back on these little treats – too much fructose…
Grapefruit sparkling water in a wine glass with a splash (or two) of :
But it has to be the $11.00 “Just Cranberry” – and don’t try to drink it straight…
This was my ultimate indulgence, but then I read that dried fruit is as bad as candy for sugar content, and it’s not like I stop at a handful…
This is embarrassing. Above you see the sum total of my vices. And I’m actually guilty about those. Maybe I should change it up – start online gambling, or sneak thievery, or the reading of office memos on other people’s desks, upside down…
Or maybe I could just gather a bevy of demonically grinning orphans, don a granny gown and stay in bed singing…
Today I’m not drinking because I have so many other options to indulge myself!
How come you’re not drinking?
