I’ve managed to mass up some additional bulk during my trip weighing 3 kilos and since I have decided to crash diet with only having cereals, oats and wheat clubhouse sandwiches in the morning, I have successfully pulled my weight back down to normal in just 3 days. But as soon as I started feeling good about my whole being again, I took the first chance to overeat and binge-drink on a buffet dinner. I didn’t even hold back. I was all out. I didn’t even resist the temptation even for just a second although I knew I was making a mistake. Ahh, such goodness, I couldn’t afford to miss. To hell with the dieting, this is my happiness NOW. But thinking that I am only 2 more days away from our beach outing makes me feel a little sad. I would have completely gotten rid of this beer gut if I had made a sacrifice. It may not be a big thing for people who could live on small portions of salad or or whatnot, but I don’t think I could starve myself to death with that when I have a choice to eat. 
It’s the same thing with people who couldn’t see the reason why beer is one of the most amazing discoveries ever - to date! As long the barrels hasn’t run out of it yet and if alcohol fund is not a question, drinking beer will always be a part of my life. 
So you know you can live without these things, you just don’t want to. You keep taking it in even when you know you’ve had enough because for some reason, losing yourself in the moment feels so liberating. Then eventually you stop because you’ve had too much to make you sick that you just have to.
Well, that doesn’t happen all the time, does it? You could pretend to be knocked out and sick, dodge all the beers and save your popping beer gut…well maybe just for tonight, I’d leave it to the boys. Got to put some sense back into my head.:)
Let me put some music on… 
