Back to day 1

I haven't gone back to day one yet, but I am ->this<- close to getting a Gatorade or orange juice.

I went out with a friend last night. We had a great dinner, saw the movie Vacancy (mmmm...Luke Wilson), did some shopping and were home at a respectable time. I hadn't even shut the door to my apartment when my phone rang. It was my brother's girlfriend telling me that they were going drinking and I was coming with.

Why didn't I say no?
Why did I drink Vodka on the rocks all night?

I got home at 9 o'clock this morning. I haven't done that in a long time. At least I woke up with all my clothes on. But anyway, I'm dying here. I want some juice so fucking bad. At the same time, I don't want to start back at day 1.

I even managed to stay low carb with my food last night after the bar, we stopped at Taco Bell and I got a beef burrito. Once we got to where we were going, I unfolded the burrito and ate the meat with a fork. I think my brother ate the tortilla. It was hard watching others eat nachos, though. Even crappy Taco Bell nachos.

I can't go back on this. I have a shitload of weight to get rid of. I was asked last night "Niki, if your brother and I get married, do you want to be a bridesmaid?" I was just drunk enough that I responded by puffing out my cheeks and saying "I think the real question here is do you want me in your wedding pictures?" You know, though, I don't know that I would want to, even if I wouldn't look ridiculous.

Day 9.