So tonight I went out with my flatmate, my boyfriend and a couple of other mates. Well, I say went out, we barely even got out before we had to come home!
Yep, that was down to my drunken state of a boyfriend who drank nearly a whole bottle of Southern Comfort before coming out. He could barely even stand up in the first bar we went in, and with the realisation he was not sobering up anytime soon, I had to get us a taxi.
The shit night didn't end there though, cuz when we got in the bathroom radiator decided to basically fall off the wall and start pissing water out everywhere. Several tea towels and bowls full of dirty radiator water later, and I'd managed to get the maintenance people out, who were needless to say, less than impressed.
But anyway, this got me thinking. After only managing to lose a measly half a pound this week (through my own fault, I know) I vowed that this week would be a 100% week - that I'd count every syn that passed my lips. So although I was excited about going out - Where's Wally? theme.. who wouldn't be?! - I was also feeling a bit apprehensive that I'd go a bit crazy, drink way too much and stumble home clutching a 12" pizza.
However, this has obviously not happened due to the afore mentioned reason! Don't get me wrong, I'm a bit pissed off the night had to come to an end before it even started, and I had to leave my friends partying without me, but also sort of glad as now I know I can still have my 100% week! Weird eh? How diets make your brain turn to mush and think like this.
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