LIFE WITH SUGAR

When will I learn? Will I ever learn? I reached for my cranberry water mixture I had smartly placed next to my bed to gulp it down, hopeful it would soothe what I would consider the driest mouth I have had in a long while.

What time did I fall asleep? Did I even watch five minutes of the new show my partner and I are watching? Why was my brain spinning with the bad trip down memory lane?

What woke me was not the dry mouth, but a strange dream I had of a friend of mine telling me how a post I had made on Facebook about teachers was misconstrued. In the dream I had no idea what she was talking about and was trying to explain to her that what I wrote was actually giving a shout out to the teachers and she was pointing out that the words I chose were being read the opposite of my intention.

OMG, I thought. I am dreaming about social media. What is wrong with me?
That dream led me to the rewind replay of every bad decision I have ever made in my life. I headed back in the time machine to sixth grade when I was eleven!

Did I dare look at the clock with the fear that it would confirm what time it likely wasn’t? Please let it be at least 5:00am, I thought. 4:15, phew, not bad. At least it wasn’t 3:00 am. As I did a rewind of the previous day, I reminded myself of the culprit of this bad thinking.

Brownies and ice cream.

I knew this past Sunday was going to be a downward spiral when I started thinking about a glass of wine at around noon.