let's get physical

My alcohol consumption has gone up recently.

I've been trying to figure out why my pants feel tighter and I realise that, like a Kobe cow, I am being fattened by beer. Tonight I was reminded that I have to get a dress for my dear friends' wedding at the end of August and a sudden fear gripped me as I realised I would probably have to either be fat in pictures or stop drinking immediately and get started on some crazy exercise regiment. Guh.

Today I drank a fair bit, but at least it wasn't me drinking alone in my apartment. This afternoon I met up with a couple of friends for patio sangria at the Whip. We had three of the four kinds and I decided that sangria is a good way for me to drink wine without actually drinking wine. If I had to drink wine, I mean. For some reason, it doesn't make me crazy in the way regular wine does. Shortly after arriving home, I was off again to Aphrodite's for a pie date. I ate more pie than I think is healthy (especially in light of my current chubbiness), but the company was great and we did decide to go for a walk to lower our chances that all calories would converge on our hips. We decided to go to the King's Head for a pint and more chatting, and by the time my glass was empty I was done with drinking for the day.

What I really need is to find someone who can tune up my bike and get it street-ready. Now that other friends have gotten bikes, there's some pressure on me to join the bike gang. I fear hills. But maybe it's a better alternative to cutting out beer.