Ooopha! I am finally coherentish from a crazy surprise slumber party last night.  My dear friend Lauren came over to hang for a bit, catch up and just chill but we decided to make some cocktails.  And some quickly turned into a lot and a short visit became 4 am.  So obviously she just slept over.  We had a blast though, my head and stomach this morning, not so much.

We all know moderation ranks fairly close to patience on my list of virtues (i.e. very low to the bottom) but man did I do a number on myself.  All I could think was, when I was younger a night like this would have been a cake walk.  We ate, we drank, we chilled, why are I tore up today?  I guess its the whole age thing, blah.  I normally believe the motto, age is only a number, but sometimes your body makes sure to remind you, no you have been on this planet for 27 years, take care of me you dumb floozy.  And normally I do, I think that’s why this kicked my ass so hard.  It was the first time I’ve drunk hard liquor in 3 months. What a silly girl am I.

Oh well though, I have spent my day plotting and scheming for how I’m going to treat my body better once I’m all healed.  I cannot wait to go on walks again and I actually have a job interview this week that would include a gym membership with it.  That would be lovely.  Mind you I’m not interested in losing weight as a goal but just feeling healthier in my own skin.  Right now, especially right now, I just feel full of crud, like my pipes are clogged and exercise will clean me up to the amazingness I know I am and know I can be.

So if I gained anything from putting my body through a hellacious day it’s that I’m not 21 anymore and that’s ok, I am something more fabulous than that.  I’m me.

huggles and kisses

The footy pajamas I spent all day in looking a lot less sexy I can promise you that.