after conducting a couple of experiments, i have concluded that it now takes me 2 days to recover from a night of drinking. pa-thetic!
last weekend, i was rendered so useless i couldn't even enjoy superbowl festivities. and this past sunday, all i could do was chug orange juice and fall asleep watching the grammys. yesterday was no better. while i had a big 8 miler planned, i only had enough energy to bake brownies and watch soaps.
thankfully, my liver gets a break this week, as the only excitement i have planned is a huge valentine dessertfest for my nephew. and the week after that, i have a race on sunday, forcing me to be good to my body for a full 2 weeks.
thank! god! because i can't keep giving up 3 whole days to the party gods anymore!
3 comments:
It begins around age 29 or 30 -- that slow descent into hangover hell. And it will worsen and continue to plague you as life goes on.
How's that for being a party pooper?
BTW, good to see you -- nice photo!
You don't look or sound old to me! Enjoy life!
Yeah, I didn't truly feel normal after my wine night on Friday until Monday morning. But I refuse to accept that I'm getting older: I'm only 28 (almost 29) for Christ's sake! I should be able to down shots w/o consequence until I'm 80!
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