Progress

     I’ve been doing pretty good. I’ve made it to the gym every morning, had a green juice with every breakfast, and invested in a new moisturizer that is already paying dividends.

     Last night, in celebration, I poured myself a gin and tonic. Joey ordered pizza. I demolished three slices, half the cheesy bread, another gin and tonic, three marbled cookie brownies, and a full glass of milk. As I watched RuPaul’s Drag Race with my high heels dangling over the coffee table, my attention waned as my stomach full of food and booze sank me deeper and deeper into the couch. I woke up at 2:00am with all the lights on.

     Two gin and tonics is one and a half more than I should be having on a school night.

     Progress is a slippery slope.