My girlfriend Erin is trying to convert me to soccer. Honestly, I've never been a big fan. I don't understand pointlessly running around on a field earning academy awards for falling and crying foul. Slowly and surely, I'm giving in.
I accompanied her to a LA Galaxy game last night and I even volunteered to be the DD. Sticking to the WLC Weekly Challenge #2, I participated in some "mindfulness" yesterday. To be honest, I had a freaking break down. No sugar, carbs, booze, or cigarettes (yes, I was a dirty dirty smoker) brought me to a breaking point yesterday. I had a serious melt down... Let's just say I gave my 2 1/2 year old a run for her money. After taking a much-needed nap and putting on my big-girl panties, I got ready to go to the game.
As we were traveling along the 91, I told Erin that I thought I was going to have a beer. Standing in the concession line, I thought back to the past week... If I can go 7 days without a beer, why not one more. If I could go 7 days without sugar or carbs, what's one more day? I went with a healthy kids meal (carrots, an apple and water) and thoroughly enjoyed myself. For the first time in my adult "legal drinking" life, I did not have a beer at a sporting event.
So... "toot-toot." I'm tooting my own horn for not having a beer. Not grabbing a bite of the delicious smelling Cinabon next to me. Not letting my melt down give me an excuse to go buy some smokes. Not giving in to temptation.
I stayed strong. Go me!!!
(I'm done now:)
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