My moods have been swinging wildly lately. I don’t know where it’s coming from. Maybe it’s stress from work, from school and everything else but I am noticing some changes that are odd. I don’t take any hormones so I couldn’t blame it on that. I have however, cut down on my eating. Maybe I can blame it on that.
I went on a health kick just recently. I have started working out again and I am trying my damnedest to eat right. Eating right to me means banning rice. It is such a staple in my diet that it’s really hard to give it up but I decided that if I want to lose weight and gain muscle, I have to give it up. And this is why I am probably the bitchiest I have ever been. My friends are noticing it and so have I.
In line with the bitchiness, I am not fun to be around. I try to hide it but I honestly can’t. I would rather stay at home and be miserable by myself than dragging people down with me.
In the past two weeks, I have experienced an AHA moment. (As Oprah would call it.) Or an omen. (As Santiago in The Alchemist would call it.) I don’t know about you all but when I was younger, I never really drank. I didn’t drink at all when I was in my teenage years like some of my friends did. I learned to drink at the age of probably 24-25 when I met a few friends who loves to party and hang out while I was stationed in Maryland. Just as an example on how they taught me to drink – we were in Ocean City, MD and we went out to a bar. We drank so much that on our way home, both of my friends were carrying me by my arms as I threw up at each and every trashcan along the way to our hotel. That’s how bad it was. I swore I will never drink again. But as you all know, it business, sometimes you have to take clients out to a bar for a drink. Slowly but surely, I learned how.
Fast forward to 2014.
I have never blacked out when I get drunk before. But since I had my first episode of it years ago, I noticed that it has become more often than I would want to. I went out last Friday and since I don’t know how to gauge my alcohol intake, one time I will be fine and the next minute, I am not. And my memory of last Friday was so bleak and vague that it scared the kahunas out of me. I don’t ever want to feel like that anymore. I said to myself, “Enough is enough.”
In order for me to avoid going out and partying every weekend, I have to make a constant choice. If I don’t, I could end up in trouble that I would want to be in. Last Friday’s event was my omen. My AHA moment. I need to stop drinking. What would I do then to make sure that I keep my promise to myself? I need to take responsibility.
So this is what I did.
I bought Maggie! A French bulldog from Missouri. She is eight weeks old. She will arrive here in early October and I couldn’t wait. She will be the reason why I can’t go out and stay out in the wee hours of the night. She will be my saving grace. Yes. She is the one in the photo above and below. Isn’t she cute?
I don’t know how to take care of a French bulldog. I am reading a lot now and I am trying to find out what to do to care for them. She is the very first female dog that I will own. I am nervous and excited at the same time.
I need to housebreak her. I have to say that I am good at housebreaking puppies. I’ve had a couple of dogs in my life and they’ve done pretty well with potty training. I hope it will be as easy with a French bulldog as it has been with Shih Tzus.
I will take photos when she arrives at the airport and give you guys the play-by-play story of her arrival.
I can’t wait!