Cheat.

Feeling incredibly guilty this morning, as the vino got the best of me last night... And the vodka stole my soul at the Carolina Ale House... And, in the vein of full disclosure, a martini beckoned me at the airport on Wednesday night, when I was waiting to board my delayed flight home, and stormy weather had me unnerved. Lo, that was self-medication.

And I am feeling icky about it.

I knew that alcohol would be the trickiest part of my diet, as it's so ingrained in my lifestyle. At work functions, the liquor flows freely. I am usually very moderate at professional events, but it is still difficult to turn down a glass of sauvignon blanc when all of your colleagues are imbibing.

Personally, J and I have a favorite spot we visit for cocktails, and it's one of our favorite things to do on a Friday or Saturday night. We also keep our fridge stocked with Miller Lites, or often some fancier imported brew. And I always manage to keep our shelves filled with alluring bottles of red and white.

It's not difficult for me to refrain from a glass of wine at home during the week; but socially, I am finding it extremely challenging. Last night J and I met Grace and Rousseau for a delicious sushi dinner in Northern Liberties. And while I can eschew carbs like it's my job, I can't turn down a glass of vino. Or 4.

Ick.

I feel dreadful this morning. Possibly because while I want to commit to at least 30 days of absolutely no alcohol RIGHT NOW, I know we have a wedding to attend tomorrow night. I'm not sure if I can make that statement this morning and mean it. On Sunday morning, we'll talk.

Going out for a long run now to think and to sweat the booze out of my system.