Holy Crap! I had the worst weekend. Friday wasn't bad, but Saturday night we had the poker game from hell. I tried to invite some "friends" (there's only really one or two that I would actually consider giving that term to) over to drink some beer and play some cards. No big deal. Well, our usual tried and true friends showed up and a guy I work with was there. He got smashed and insulted just about everybody in the room. I seriously thought one of the guys was going to take him outside and beat the crap out of him. Talk about having to do some damage control. Needless to say, our usual crew is not wanting to hang out with him again. I feel kind of bad because of course he doesn't remember a thing and I had to tell him all about it on Monday morning, but he really is a pretty good guy. I wish my friends had seen that instead. But hey, that's just some of the consequences you have to deal with when you drink that much. It was his own fault.
On a better note, I worked out this evening and was able to get 1.423 miles in today. I'm getting better, but I have a long way to go. Still not losing any weight, but I had 2 salads today. Maybe that will show up on the scale tomorrow.
Okay. How weird is this? I've never been a smoker, but for some godforsaken reason I have been craving cigarettes like a madman for the past 4 days. Weird. I almost got in the car to buy a pack Sunday. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I don't want to undo any progress I've made with my running. That, and I feel guilty because I kind of made Rich quit. He seems to be encouraging my cravings. I think he seriously wants me to start smoking so he'll have an excuse to start up again. I shall resist the temptation.
Bring on the rest of the week...