I decided to make mushroom risotto from scratch this morning. It called for a quarter cup of white wine.
I ended up drinking the rest of the bottle even though I haven’t really had a drink in months, except a glass with a meal once.
In a way…I’m not super proud of myself…but at the same time…I had a really great day. I played with my son and was goofier/sillier than usual…and I did some catching up with old friends. I was maybe a little more forthcoming and wore my heart on my sleeve a little more than usual due to my slight buzz.
I thought about everything I am thankful for and basked in a warm fuzzy glow of contentment.
Life is really fucking hard for me right now but overall…I am so fortunate.
So if I’m to weigh on a scale how I feel about “cheating”….I’,m sort of glad I did. I used this opportunity wisely so it’s not all that bad.