Fell off the wagon

I had an epic fail.

I was going along just fine and was going to meet some co-workers at the local bar. ( "Yeah I know, right?  I'm in the future also.") So, I am there and drinking a cola and just enjoying the night. I am also being ridiculed for not doing my normal damage at the bar. 

I was offered many different shots and beers and what not and I was about to leave when for what ever reason I gave in. I broke the seal and that was all it took to start the avalanche of what occurred next. That one shot led to a whole night of drinking for free that ended in eating breakfast at 5am at one of my favorite local diners. 

Ugh!!, I am actually mad at myself, which really never occurs. That also means I am serious.The lowest point of the binge was talking on the phone to a prospective mate and not wanting her to know I messed up. It was shame I felt. I was actually ashamed of myself. Wow.  

Now what? Now we push on. Now I must pick myself up, dust myself off, and reset my feet. Now with a greater resolve I must push on. I did not realize this would even be difficult. Maybe it is because I live a very in-the-moment kind of life that restriction and I don't really jive. So this is a good exercise for more reasons than just one. Restricting oneself is part of being an adult right? that's why we don't just smack that chick at the office.

Time to grow up. Send me your good vibes and strength and let's get it!