Fallible <fal·li·ble> : (adj.) Capable of making mistakes or being erroneous.
I don’t particularly like the word “fallible.” I don’t like the idea that I am capable of making mistakes or that I’m ever erroneous and I really don’t like it when my resolve falters. But sometimes it does. Like it did yesterday, when I made the deliberate decision to cheat on the Whole30 by drinking my weight in champagne during the Seahawks rout of the Redskins. It was a great idea at the time – There’s no gluten in champagne! Champagne makes me giggle! I’ll stick to eating only the Paleo food at the party! It’s practically illegal not to drink something boozy during a playoff game!
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely terrible. I woke up in half of the outfit I’d worn to watch the game yesterday. I couldn’t move without feeling like someone had taken a hammer to my head, I was completely parched, and my hands were so swollen that I couldn’t take off my rings. This afternoon, I am continuing to suffer through one of the worst hangovers I have had in a really long time. Apparently, your tolerance for alcohol declines significantly when you don’t drink any for nearly 3 weeks. Today, I am learning that lesson in the most difficult way possible.
4-5 hours (?) of restless, drunk sleep that was punctuated by work nightmares. Not my best night’s sleep
I’m going to force myself to hit up CrossFit today, but remain uncertain about how it’ll treat me.
I haven’t been able to eat much yet. I was able to down a scramble with chorizo and tomatoes during a late breakfast, but don’t know if anything else will go down well.
Hangovers like this remind me of how old I’m getting. I never want to feel like this again. I wasn’t convinced that I would be able to leave bed at all today, but I’m feeling progressively better as the day goes on. Rest assured: I will not booze again for the rest of the Whole30.