So Friday was my “new beginning”. Then Saturday happened.
When I woke up Saturday morning, I had no coffee in the house. I headed out on the bike to Sunergos where I bought three pounds of coffee and sat and drank a couple of cups there.
The plan was to go home, then later go grocery shopping. Instead, I went to Four Pegs with the intention of a late lunch and a beer. I had the food and seven beers. I was sober enough to know I needed to walk the bike home. So, I walked home. It was still early afternoon. I slept for a few hours and woke up in the evening with a hangover. That’s a new one for me.
I was unable to sleep most of the night. It was miserable. I metaphorically pulled a muscle by kicking myself over it. I felt very stupid. I was depressed. Sometime overnight I had a bit of an anxiety attack.
Today was better. I didn’t get out for a long ride, but a puttered around the house. I went grocery shopping and didn’t get beer. I didn’t go out to eat. I can’t say I ate healthy today, but I ate food from the grocery store that I prepared at home. That’s an improvement.
Tomorrow was supposed to be my first volleyball game, but it’s been put off another week. That’s actually a good thing. I have a lot to do this week.