The Vodka/Chocolate Diet
I don't know what made me think of this the other morning upon awakening but it made me smile on a day that I didn't have much to smile about . . .
When my ex-husband and I were splitting up (but still living together) everything pretty much sucked. Most nights after work, I would go out drinking with my cohorts because a) everything sucked and b) I didn't want to go home and stare at my soon-to-be-ex husband.
When my ex-husband and I were splitting up (but still living together) everything pretty much sucked. Most nights after work, I would go out drinking with my cohorts because a) everything sucked and b) I didn't want to go home and stare at my soon-to-be-ex husband.
(Me and cohorts Pamela and Didi celebrating Didi's 30th birthday in 1996.) During this time, I was constantly nauseous and couldn't really eat. Sure, I felt like shit, but I was really skinny! (And, really, isn't that what matters most? No?)
What follows is a summation of a conversation on this subject:
Me: I feel like I could hurl on command. My stomach is in knots and I just can't eat anything. Except vodka and chocolate.
Didi: The vodka/chocolate diet. Well, it's working. All the chocolate you can eat and all the vodka you can drink. I bet if I sent that into Cosmo they'd publish it.
posted by nottotaled at 2:39 PM
1 Comments:
I like it! I think I went on that diet once, but I called it the "Beer and Big Mac's Diet" and it didn't work out so well for me.
By the way: Yes, I suppose you could swim in the suits I make, but you might want to go with the hologram spandex option rather than the velvet, just for drying time. And definitely use the glued on rhinestones rather than hot fix, which would melt off in the sun...
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