Fat talk & Cold pizza

"I have to return some video tapes. Christie, you're not drinking your wine." Christian Bale is one creepy dude in American Psycho! So rewind. Last night I went out with the usual suspects (Jenn, Tiff, Liza), and consumed quite a few beverages.

It all started with a harmless glass of wine, and then the shots began. Actually, I think it was the only shot of the night, but it was enough to put me over the edge.

I forced Jenn in front of the cam a million times, but this is the only one where both of us don't have our eyes closed--taking a good drunk pic is quite challenging. It's far from our best, but J's ruby pucker looks pretty and my serious face is on point, so it's not a complete failure.

At the end of the night, Jenn came back to my bf's apartment with me to watch American Psycho and drink more vino. I passed out 15 minutes in, but perked up just as the pizza arrived. Coincidence? I think not. Jenn bounced without grabbing a slice, but I had two. I need to remember this moment the next time I complain about my "slow metabolism."

I didn't exactly feel fresh as a daisy this am, but I forced myself out of bed to grab some oatmeal so I could kick my day off with a healthy start and put last night's "snack" behind me. I've been quite lazy today, which is a shame because the sun is shining and it's not ridiculously cold out. I just finished the rest of the movie and had a cold piece of pizza for lunch. Did I need it? Hell no. Am I feeling guilty? Umm, yeah.

I'm now berating myself about my lack of self-control. Apparently, this is called "fat talk." I know I need to forget about the pizza and move on, but I can't. When will I learn? And just say no? Why is it so hard? I think I need to stop drinking. But what fun would that be? Ughhh.

Tell me: Are you guilty of "fat talk?" And how do you let go of the guilt after indulging too much? I know, I know. I'm supposed to realize that I AM in control. One meal doesn't matter; I can be healthier at my next opportunity. Blah blah. That doesn't make me feel better. Right, time to see about a treadmill...