Groundhog Day

Well today the dogs ate the remote, but don't worry...I didn't cry!

The offenders and the evidence

It was also crazy sock day at my favorite fitness class!

Crazy sock day

I'm in a really good mood.  I guess it's a pink cloud day.  I am feeling better and the sun is out.  Also the scale seems to finally be moving in the right direction. It's moving slowly, but I'll take it.  Getting on the scale in the morning can affect my mood for the entire day!

Groundhog day has me thinking of how in the end my drinking pattern had become like a bad version of the movie.  It went something like this:

• Think longingly about how lovely a glass of wine would be
• Convince myself I'd only have one glass (maybe two)
• Drink the whole bottle (sometimes more)
• Wake up at 3 am, unable to sleep
• Try unsuccessfully to understand why I'd had too much once again
• Feel terrible the next day, mentally and physically
• Repeat (not everyday but all to often)

I'm really glad NOT to be doing that anymore!