DD 10: Blame it on the…?

Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 10: BMI: 25.0(- 0.1) Ok, we’re back to zero. I can accept that. Activity Level: I totally took the day off. No regrets as I needed a break folks. Meditation: Does praying count? Dad was in ICU, but was released. Spoke to him and he sounds great. Will be back at work Monday. He’s just amazing. And prayers answered. Grateful. Brief Observations: Boy did I have some real cravings: chocolate and red wine. It was my mantra. Chocolate. Red-red-wine. Stress. PMS. Powerful combo. Consider it The Dark Force’s twin sister.

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Stress, PMS, worrying about my father… I don’t know but I managed to make it ’til the end of the day.  Toward the end to the day I was jonesing for a Clean Diet no-no like chocolate or wine, like some sort of smack-addict in rehab, day 3. Oh! To have something oh-so-small to make me feel better.  I could totally do it…

And just like Foxx’s song “Blame it the Alcohol,” I could blame it on a lot.

Aside note: Not only is “Blame on the Alcohol” a catchy tune and straight to the point, but the video is hysterical. I mean, you KNOW something special is goin’on when you see de rigueur video-vixens mix-it up with a bunch of notoriously smooooooth players… and one of them happens to be Ron Howard. RON HOWARD. Like Opie-now-major-director Ron Howard. Trying desperately to work his “player”-tude. I call that some inspiring casting and credit to Ron for tryin’.

So back to where I could totally slip up. Lord know I wanted to. I could blame it on a lot. Yea, I could totally slip and would even be forgiven by friends and hubby.

“You had a bad day.”

“With the amount of stuff going on in your life, you need chocolate… glass of wine… cupcake… fresh baked break with a dollop of Nutella (one of my top 50 faves listed.)”

“Jebus, I would have BROUGHT you the wine.”

Ohh, just writing this is ‘causing me problems….

But, the problem (and the solution) is if I slip, I’d know. I don’t need it. I want it. I just want an excuse to get it.

Here is where friends matter.

They take just enough of the load off. That one little straw. To save the camel.

Having a tough day, be it your Dad’s in the hospital, the neighbor/coworker/stranger makes a snarky comment or your kids are hellions, friends are absolutely key. They talk you down. They help you see the other point of view. They agree and let you vent. They offer. They just help. Flames did an necessary errand, Aloka sweetly emailed an invite to host my brood for dinner. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to be blessed with such good, good friends.

So I didn’t have the wine. The chocolate. The al-al-al-al-chol.

‘Cause I had nothin’ to blame. And all the support.

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