So it has been about two weeks since I cut down on the drinking, and I say "cut down" only because this wedding business also requires wine tastings and I've happily partaken of those. But those mean I only had the equivilant of a glass or two here and there and that's good for me. Because of the antioxidants, you know.
The main difference is two-fold: I can feel the decrease in calories both ever-so-slightly in my pants, and ever-more-so-slightly in my odd sugar cravings, which I do nothing with because I don't like sugary things (except one of the first days, when I decided to have some peanut M&Ms, my first packaged candy in, oh, say, a year or two, and I almost vomited I found them so vile).
I feel I should make it clear as well that I have cut down mainly because of the amount of calories I calculated I was drinking on a daily basis. I am not an addictive person by nature and just as smoking and any other narcotic I may have tried in my life were not too difficult to set aside, nor do I find alcohol to be so - though it is by far one of the more fun vices and in that way I do so hate putting it by the wayside for a while. But it is, indeed, one of the most fattening. So, wedding dress, I have done this for you.
Clearly some people cannot have a healthy relationship with alcohol, and while there have been times in my life that I veered a bit that way, I do not think I'm one of those people generally. I am pretty in tune with what my body tells me to do, and a couple of weeks ago it said "Please, Ashlee, give me a little rest from the liquor and in return I'll be sure you look nice on your wedding day" - so I listened.
However, last night David and I shared a couple bottles of wine (over the course of about five hours, so we weren't exactly swilling), and I note how much more tired and dehydrated I feel this morning than I have the past couple weeks. Blech.
But one thing I think might be true is when I have had a few, I am quicker to irritation. THOUGH OFTEN NOT WITHOUT CAUSE. So listen to this:
Last night we were trying to follow up on the last of the outstanding RSVPs, and David called one of his friends to see if he and his wife are coming. They actually asked if another person was going to be there because the wife and this woman had some sort of falling out, and if so they weren't sure if the wife would come.
OOOOOO I GOT SO MAD SO FAST. I mean, seriously? We're inviting you to one of the most special events in our life and you actually ASK US if someone you don't like is going to be there because you might not come if so? SERIOUSLY. JUST AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY - GET THE FUCK OVER IT. I mean honestly. I can see saying to your husband after the fact "Oh I really hope X isn't there because I'd prefer not to see her" but to make that the contingency of your attendance? Well EXCUSE ME for wanting you to come have some fun with us and the 159 other people invited (and by the way, this person is not invited anyway).
I was so aggravated I was all "WELL THEY ARENT INVITED ANYMORE ANYWAY BECAUSE THAT'S JUST STUPID" and David is all "Why are you yelling at me?"
So, I don't know. Maybe the wine made me over-react. Though, I sort of feel the same way thinking about it right now, so maybe not. What do you think? Alcohol making me unreasonable? Or is this really annoying?