Just one of those days

Yesterday. . . happened.  One of my best friend's sister went into the hospital, and they don't know what she's got.  I know her well and she's loved.  She's a single parent and a funny gal.   I'm not sure why she is sick, but being that no one knows is just. . . weird.  In these situations I just get angry.  Others might get worried or sad.  Me, I get angry.  Angry.  I ate my food angry, did my workout angry.  Angry.   Then I read the email about indulgence.  I had to think about this for awhile because there were some options, but I soon got a call from my friend and he wanted to drink. . . whiskey.  Yes, whiskey, the vile beast that lurks in my families blood line since forever.  I filled my glass half way and the rest with water so I wouldn't get sick, and then things dissolved. . .

Sick.  At first I thought I was hung over, which was weird because I actually didn't drink that much.  I couldn't really because I had two half glasses of whiskey and after that I was pretty much flying.  Guess the tolerance went down.  But I'm sniffling and sneezing, hucking and chucking.  Sick.  I've never known whiskey to get you sick.  Pretty much the opposite.  People in scotland drink whiskey as a remedy when their sick, but I guess they would drink it if they weren't, so who knows.  I'm guessing the stress and anger also had something to do with it also.  I'm not really angry today, just waiting for the call.

I had the idea that I was going to do the exercises anyways, but then realized that would be stupid.  I'm going to continue the diet with one important ingredient- garlic, garlic, and more garlic.  I'm sure I'll smell great, but I just want to be better for tomorrow and start up again.  For the rest of the project whiskey can go straight to hell and drink itself.