Yes...Hedonism is my modus operandi. I like to eat, drink, dance, party, make the beast with two backs...who knew I could be Biblical?! But...none of that for a while. The sex thing, yes...the other stuff, no. The Main Man has made an executive decision. We are going to Mexico...back to the land of the bikini. Back to me being on a fucking diet and no fucking alcohol which would help make the fact that I'm not eating fucking tolerable. Fuck! I was kind of hoping I was going to get out of going on this trip. I'm sounding like a whiny bitch, aren't I?! At a fundraiser for the symphony last March, we bid on a trip to Mexico and we won! At the time it sounded great. Only $1000.00 for airline flight for two round trip to Puerto Vallarta...and a condo for 7 days...and it falls on our anniversary. All for $1000.00!! Cool, right?! Well, I started looking at the website of the place where we are staying...not so cool. A whole week in "not so cool". Ugh. I told him we could stay home (he doesn't have to work for the whole week obviously)...and I would make it worthwhile. Hint, Hint. But, no. He said we have fun no matter what hell hole we are in...even if there are screaming children involved...and if I'm really miserable once we get there...we can leave early.
So, I'm back to the calendar taped to my bathroom wall...with my weight goal in big bold numbers, so I can remotely resemble the picture above. Fuck!
Last night I had my last meal...4 cheese pizza with extra pepperoni...1 1/2 bottles of wine and then a chocolate brownie covered in white chocolate...with ice cream!
Let the fun begin!