Monday, September 10, 2012

I'm totally a totaller.

There are less than four weeks until my sorority pledge class reunion (our first get-together in 28 years) and drastic measures must be taken to break the weight loss plateau I've been on for a few weeks. That means - gasp! dare I say it - no booze. Everything else about my diet and exercise routine lately (save for the tiny little hot dog I ate at the football game) has been exemplary. But, truth be told, I do enjoy my scotch. And, a glass of wine with dinner. And, after. Unfortunately, science tells us that the body processes alcohol first, before fat, protein, or carbs. Thus, drinking slows down the burning of fat. (Dammit.) So, for now, it's tea. Tea and self-sympathy. Cheers, I guess.

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