Once a month, my friends and I plan a night out together, and last night was our monthly gathering.
I had been looking forward to it for ages, and as we climbed into the cab, 6 loud, giggling girls, I recall saying ‘I’m only having a couple of drinks tonight ladies – I don’t want to ruin my diet.’
When I woke up this morning with the most horrific hangover I think I’ve ever experienced, it was obvious that my plan had gone out of the window.
I’m not a big drinker, and I can quite happily go for months without alcohol, its not something that I miss in the slightest, but when we got to chatting and the old skool music started playing, I was having such a great time that I just went with the flow, and the drinks were certainly flowing!
I woke up this morning feeling happy that I’d had such a fantastic night, but also feeling extremely ill, and my mind instantly regressed to the mind of my former teenage self after a night of hardcore drinking – I wanted to eat.
My main concern was making sure I rehydrated, because the mixture of rose wine and tequila shots had not only taken their toll on the lack of water in my body, but had also made me pretty sick when I had eventually got home, so my body was as dry as a cactus!
I managed to drink some water, and eventually started to feel better, but food was still very much on my mind, and as much as I tried to talk myself round, a nutrition pack just didn’t appeal. I wanted something stodgy and filling as I felt completely hollow inside.
In situations like these, where it can cause more harm than good to argue with yourself, I decided to accept my decision on the basis that today is a moment off track, and tomorrow is another day, so I headed out to find a hangover cure to fill the void in my stomach.
In the famous words of so many people before me, I am never drinking again!!!!