Old Habits Leading to More Old Habits

So I drank on Saturday. A lot. Way too much. I was the puking girl. So that in and of itself is bad, bad, bad. It was like I was a freshman in college again except my 8th grade PE teacher was there pouring me free shots. I feel pleased with the fact that I didn't smoke cigarettes other than one drag. Go me.

Anyway, the next day, as is always the case with hangovers, I couldn't eat for most of the day. When I finally did want food, I wanted something bad. greasy. delicious. I wanted a Portillo's cheeseburger. Now if you're not from the Chicagoland, you don't realize the magnitude and glory of the Portillo's cheeseburger (anything from Portillo's, really), but let me tell you, this craving is insatiable. My brother said he also wanted Portillo's and would get it and so he did. I didn't eat the whole thing or get fries which I can consider tiny victories, but still, a greasy fast food cheeseburger on a white bun is basically the antithesis of eating whole foods. Obviously, making good food investments today is paramount.

I wish the drinking didn't have the sort of landslide effect that it does. Who craves a salad after a night of drinking though? Not this girl.