Off the wagon

Last night, I was so wiped out that I didn't cook my dinner. I've been cooking for weeks straight, and I have been really proud of myself for eating more healthy and saving precious cash. But, last night, I hopped on my video game and asked my guild for a vote. Pizza or homecooking? Pizza won the majority (might mention mostly men responded). I ordered a huge pizza with feta and black olives. I ate a lot of that huge pizza and even had a Pepsi with it. I never drink soda. Well, maybe a sip or two here and there, but it's a rarity. After eating pizza and drinking the soda, I waddled to my other computer to play more video games. I dorked it out for quite some time, and felt like barfing the entire time. Pizza+soda+videogames = bad news for me. Being off the wagon for a night never felt so...barfy?

I woke up this morning thinking about my old boss at Philly Connection. Back in college, I did some very stupid stuff, but I made sure my friends were well fed (and myself) were fed for free. I vowed that if I ever become rich, I would mail him money and never tell him why. Not likely to happen, but it was a funny thought to wake up to.

I plan on spending today nursing my pizza/pepsi belly at the gym and getting school supplies. I'm also about to buy my friend's plane ticket. Holy shit.