Cinco de Uh-oh

I seriously overdid it last night.

A good friend was visiting from out of town. She knows I hate going to bars, so she asked a bunch of us over to her parents' house (where she was staying) to have some Cinco de Mayo celebrating and catching up.

I planned to indulge a little. Have a couple of drinks, some good food, etc., without feeling guilty. This morning, I don't feel guilty. Not one bit. That's because the only feeling I can muster right now is OhmyGodI'mgonnadie.

I ate so much food it was unbelievable. Embarrassing. Tons of chips and salsa, guacamole, tortilla soup, chocolate chip cookies, margaritas, and beer. Nothing I ate is that bad if you just have a small bit. But the fact is, I had 4 chocolate chip cookies, and they weren't small. The Cookie Monster has nothing on me, people. He's an amateur. I estimate I consumed roughly one avocado tree and one tortilla chip factory.

The other people who were there hadn't seen me in a while, and my weight loss was definitely noticed. However, when they saw how much food and drink I put away, I saw a few of them mentally scratching their heads. How can she eat so much and still lose that kind of weight? Well, the out-of-control behavior I exhibited last night was not something I'm proud of, nor do I intend to repeat it any time soon.

Now, because of my apparent inability to control myself, I've spent the entire morning evacuating an entire Mariachi band from my intestines. Ole!