What the hell can I say? Day 18 was a beast. All I know is that I was minding my own business and a good friend who will remain nameless (Frances) invited me to Red Lobster for a surprise. And boy was it a surprise. I ended up being with about 7 of my former co-workers who I hadn’t seen in at least 2 years. It was a nice reunion and all I could say is old times, beer and biscuits flew all around the table. Temptation at its finest hour. Hell, I can’t even say I was tempted. I believe that with temptation there is at least an effort. I ain’t have no effort. I saw those cheese & garlic joints sashaying around the table and I’m like WHAT???? I’mma eat it!
I believe there are many levels of what I consider to be “cheatdom”. Level A is when you eat a slice of pie. Level B is when you eat 2 slices of pie and French Fries. Level 3 is when you eat a whole cake and a pint of ice cream in bed along with fried chicken, macaroni, dressing and pig feet. I was at Level A/B. 3 and a ½ Red Lobster biscuits. What could I say? I was in good company last night. Oh THANKS KATRINA for coming to NY. (gotta blame somebody ). 
No big words of encouragement this week other than when I or anyone falls off the wagon, treat it like sin. Fall down — get back up. Today is day 19. So far so good. Smooches…. 
Hey Tiff…You were, definitely, right when you stated that one should treat falling-off-the-wagon like a sin. Cuz, Baby Doll, I sure have been there and done that! However, thank God for redemption! And in the infamous, yet reassuring lyrics from that legendary Contemporary Gospel Artist, Donnie McClurkin, “We fall down, but we get up! For a saint is just a sinner who fell down and got up.” So, I say to you, my sister: “Keep the faith; you’re not alone.”
Smooches & much love…LaTrell
Comment by LaTrell B. — May 20, 2009 @ 2:26 am
Tiff, slips do happen, ’cause we are not perfect. If we were perfect, we all would wear a size 10, eat what ever we wanted and NEVER gain weght,
SAY IT AIN’T SO, JOE!
We are all constantly a work in progress. So pick yourself up, dust yourself up, and start up again. .Love ya, Mommy Bonnie
Comment by Bonnie — May 20, 2009 @ 7:04 pm