I had a bad day yesterday, it was totally avoidable and totally my fault. I did not do my 100 minutes, nor did I really do my 100 pages. I had a gnarly hangover, like top 5 worst I've ever had. Ugh, I know it is a terrible excuse. You would think I would learn by now and there is no reason for it other than my own bad judgment and misbehavior. I didn't do anything too stupid on Sunday night, other than drink too much and dance (and leave my car downtown, for which I got two $15 parking tickets). A bad 6th day of work combined with the entire crew arriving and having a big reunion (they all worked here together for 3 months last year), no dinner, a bar opening just for us and me getting to know everyone over car bombs (Baileys & Jameson dropped into a half pint of Guiness) and fruity rum drinks = Kate couldn't hold anything down, nor get out of bed until approximately 5pm yesterday. I couldn't even read because my head hurt so damn bad. Ugh. Embarrassing and pissed me off because I wasted a good day off because I was wasted the night before. It was a fun night, but so not worth the pain, misery and not completing my 100s for the first time this challenge. Because The Universe seems to always have something appropriate to say, this was in my inbox yesterday (which I failed to read until today):
Low days exist to remind you that you still have choices.
High days, Kate, exist to remind you of how fast you rebound... among other things.
Boing,
The Universe
As I am kicking myself today, I am also reminding myself to not let one bad day turn into two, so tonight I will be rebounding on the bike or treadmill at the hotel gym, furiously reading 200 pages while sweating any remaining alcohol out of my system. If I never see a car bomb again, it will be too soon.
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