They say (I think) first step towards redemption is confession (or throwing up)
Saturday night I was invited to a home-buddy-Poker game, socializing, drinking, eating etc. When I arrived they were all eating fresh cooked meals, sandwiches, and goodies. I had not seen but one of them in about 2 months, almost since I began the program. I was dressed pretty "svelte". Black jeans (sort of fit) nice shirt tucked in, I was looking pretty dapper, if you ask me. I was the center of attention for the first 1/2 hour (great ego booster) after I showed up, tons of compliments etc.. Was on top of the world. Luckily I had told them all about NOT EATING... so this was an easy out for me. I did not eat!!!
What happened? There were some light beers, I decided to indulge, and hey I was loosing a ton of weight, on top of the world, looking good!! What are a few beers (light ones even)? I have had about 6 light beers since I began the program, mostly social ones, one here, one there, I was still loosing on the fast track. I had decided that a beer here or there would not hurt....
Well......
At the game, I had 3 light beers, no problem. Started to feel just a nice buzz (if any of you drink you will understand) Then the hostess comes out with a "tequila" shooter.. She brought one for me... No I say, ahh common she says.. We go back and forth.. What the hey, its just one shooter I think to myself. WOW it was good... One shooter turns into 2... After 2, I was comfortably NUMB..... I decide I was done, no more (3 beers and 2 shooters) this all occurred from about 8:00-9:30pm.
All of a sudden the poison hit! I started to sweat, I felt SICK. Sicker than I have ever felt. Tying to keep composure, and not run to the bathroom I sat there silent (I am always loud - as you can tell from my posts) sweating up a storm, in a warm long sleeved shirt, constantly trying to wipe my brow without being seen or noticed. Some start asking if I am OK... Of course I mumble, just buzzed.. (Oh I was lying, was I ever lying) I sat there for about 20 mins, again trying to remain composed, and not HURLING all over the carpet.
About 10:30 I muster enough strength to stand up and say I gotta get some air. I LUCKILY am able to walk outside (thank god I did not fall over, or throw up) I get to the car, and plop in the seat, sicker than I can ever remember...... WOW, I was sick. I felt the need to throw up sooo bad, but, there was no food in my stomach I could not. I hunched over the steering wheel for about 2 hours, they continued to play. My buddy occasionally came outside to see if I was ok - fine I bellow (oh I lied) he went back in. I finally fell asleep, woke up about 1:00am. All the cars were still there, luckily, only my one friend had seen me like this.
Oddly when I woke up, I felt about 95% better, the buzz was gone. Being a very large guy, I can generally drink anyone under the table, and gleefully do this at anytime. Not this time. Luckily I was able to drive (I did so slowly, and cautiously) and got home successfully.
Next morning, I felt about 98% fine, a slight headache but was OK. I opted not to tell anyone (especially my wife) about my manly drinking escapade.
I learned a VALUABLE-VALUABLE lesson. Drinking and Medifast do not mix. The thought of ever having another drink at this point just turns my stomach.
Thought I would share this with you all, since you have become my "dieting-Family"
WOW - a VALUABLE lesson learned.
Mike