I don’t smoke anything.  I don’t drink a lick but…I do like to eat.

Now, I eat pretty good.  In fact, I eat really good food–fresh fruit and veggies every day, blah, blah, blah.

Well Saturday I went to my favorite place for lunch, Chipotle.  Then, dinner—well, we were out and… “Let’s just stop and get some pizza, ok?!”  Compounding this, I’d gone shopping and bought Nutter Butters, which I’ve not had in years (that’s reason enough to eat crap, right? ug.).

Hobbled on Sunday after Saturday’s “party” I woke up feeling pretty shot.  Soooo, what did I do??  “Well the Packers are on, let’s get some chips, that great organic skim milk (I can eat the rest of the Nutter Butters) and…”

Well as the 4^th quarter of the game came (and Green Bay stunk and their losing was just a matter of time), half-eaten bags of junk were strewn about the kitchen along with empty containers from various “treats”.  And there I sat, bloated and sober as I considered all I ate and the fact that I actually have a life and goals that I care about that I just frustrated—if only slightly.

The point isn’t for me to feel bad or you to not “party” but I find a few things pretty interesting and worthy of our consideration.

• One “party” can so easily lead to another.
• We figure since we didn’t immediately die, gain 10 pounds or lose a friend, it didn’t have an impact.
• Compromise always exacts a price.  One of the costliest parts of compromise is how it produces the urge to compromise again.

And you, what do you notice?

Sobering Up,

RR