Hungover.

Ugh, today I almost died of the worst hangover ever.  Even worst-er than that time I was going to rescue some kittens and ran away from an imaginary police car (not driving, mind you).  I laid on my couch and remember what I could from the night before.  The pizza, the extra margaritas I really didn't want.  I don't know why I think it's ok to do, I never really enjoy the feeling that comes from it the day after. 

I just want to be healthy and not stress so much about it.  I want it to be my lifestyle and not a journey that seems to never end.  I want to say that I'm healthy and BE healthy.  I go to the gym, I run, I rest, I eat good stuff.  I think I'm there?  I just don't want it to be my mountain that I'll never finish climbing.  I had three enchiladas b/c my mom came over and she cooked.  You can't say no to those enchiladas.  I ate them and for the first time, didn't feel guilty or like I had to go run right after to get rid of the calories.

I'm just tired.  Tequila was not a kind friend.  LOL.  I want to sleep long/hard tonight b/c I have Zumba in the morning!  I'm looking forward to it.  I also want to run 3 mi before it, I've been slacking in the running department and it's what keeps me sane.  More to come, I'm feeling tired.