Three years ago to the day, July 18, 2010, one of the last photos of me drunk. Some of you following me from the start, since last July, have seen this already.
So. This day. Potluck and party and alcohol. I was very heavy but not my heaviest ever - that came a little later when I was early sober and eating a lot of sugar. I was smoking a pack a day, wheezing and coughing constantly. I was sick and tired and desperately unhappy. My hair was brittle and unbrushed. My skin was dry and flaky. My mouth was sour and dry. My clothes were worn out and stained and ill-fitting.
I don’t remember driving myself home that day (I KNOW). I remember stopping near my house for tacos and bringing boxes home and eating way too much for dinner and passing out.
I will forever remind myself how it once was so that I can forever be grateful and proud of how it now is.