Apparently, I've been going through some kind of self-improvement lately. I didn't even know I was doing it. With no warning, no watching Dr. Phil or Oprah. No self-help readings lately. I just gave a bunch up.
I gave up the cable because I was loving tv just a wee too much and when "I'll be there on commercial, kids" came out of my mouth, I knew it was time to stop. Next came drinking. I gave up drinking. No real reason, just thought I'd try it. That was a fun hour or two. Then I decided to give up drinking caffeine just because I depend on it heavily, much moreso than the vodka, most dayds. In all of this with my aching back issue, I apparently gave up exercising too. So let us review in algebraic form shall we? I knew that algebra would kick in one day:
Me - (cable+fun drinking games + caffeine + yoga and running) = cranky nag with clear head and fat ass lugging around bad back
It takes me a while to figure things out. So, here's the deal. I'm still having a blast with no cable. The kids and I go MIA all day during the summer. When I call Ricardo to check in with him while he's slaving away at work, I say, "Hi baby, guess what we're up to?"
I can see the concern on his face through the phone, "Oh Lord, where are you now?"
"We're at NASA camp baby! The kids love it!"
"Sweetie, they are 3 and already maxxed over the height limits. Please go home and take a nap or something."
We're still having fun keeping them busy. But I'm a run down cranky bitch by end-of-bidnez. If CPS wasn't keeping their spies on me, I'd have a martini by the pool more often. But since that's frowned upon, I suppose I'll have to crank back up on the caffeine. It's just meant to be. And that's why I'm typing this at 190 wpm, I'm downing my third diet pepsi this evening. Ahhh, nectar of the gods.
It all makes perfect sense. In my first attempt at a caffeine-free world, I drank unleaded coffee. I thought nothing of it but thought, maybe that creamer is bad because something just isn't right. Neh, my friends. Neh. Decaf equals crappy tasting. Case and point: Chocolate has caffeine. Oh sure, for the normal group of eaters out there, it doesn't have enough to tabulate caffeine on your diet. However, in my family chocolate is "the brown vegetable". That's my aunt. I'm darn proud of her, and a bit scared of her when I tell her I've had a snickers bar. Apparently there's bad chocolate and pure chocolate...read the book.
Back to the caffeine, and I'm sorry I'm so scattered, but I'm back on the juice, and it's making me all jittery and fun again! Yeeehawww! So, here's another reason I'm back to my dear friend, the stimulant. I'm from a long lineage of 12-step program members. HOLLA! And so I'm well versed on the theory that the success of giving up a vice depends solely on giving up only one vice at a time. Right, all my Bill W. fans out there!? One step at a time, right?
So, I'll live dangerously without cable and see how it goes. I'll go back to caffeine, exercising and vodka. Baby steps. Everyone needs some vices, right?
That's how I roll.
