The long weekend - 1

It's Tuesday afternoon. And I'm finally getting the chance to go through the past 4 days..in which I had a big night out and went to Tipperary for Mickeys anniversary. It's been nearly a week since I've been able to catch-up and so much has happened since Thursday. Not too sure where to start. Maybe just from the beginning.

Friday was a really good day. I wasn't worried about the weekend. I was due to go down to Tipperary on Saturday morning, early, but I refused to let it ruin my Friday, because Sandra and her mate Jennifer were over and I wanted to spend time with them. So I had decided to just go about things as they come up. I met up with Sandra and Jennifer on Friday afternoon. That was really "gezellig" and I was feeling so good. I was able to say that I was feeling good and I was fine to take compliments on board.

We went out on Friday night. I knew I had to be up at 7 the next morning, but that didn't really bother me. I hadn't put any limits on my hours of fun or my glasses of rose. I wasn't really planning on going wild either..but I was wanting to go with the flow. And that's what I did. It did turn out to be a big night and it was great! I only had 3 glasses of rose in total and then I was full up. I didn't want anymore and wouldn't have been able for more. I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy, and I was having so much fun. I finally danced and danced, and didn't care for what was happening around me. Before I knew what was happening, it was 3 o'clock and we were in the taxi home. I wasn't majorly tired and didn't have any aches or pains. This was pretty big, seeing as though I haven't danced like that for so long. I wasn't feeling guilty, I wasn't restricting myself in any way and it was just all really great.

Throughout the day on Friday, I got so many compliments from everyone around and from old familiar faces, who I met while I was out. They didn't effect me any way at all. I was told I was looking great and doing so well, by quite a few people, but I didn't care. If anything it was good to hear and reassuring that it doesn't matter if I hear good or bad words as to how I'm looking, doing or coping. I was on such a high all night and was loving life so much, that nothing would have brought me up anymore than I already was or pulled me down either.

All this goodness, and knowing in the back of my mind that the next day I'd be needing my strength and energy in order to deal with what could come my way. But I was ceasing the moment, and Saturday was another day. Dancing like there's no tomorrow..so it's all for here and now. I'd deal with Saturday, when Saturday happened. Friday night, on the dance floor, there were no worries and nothing was going to ruin how high I was feeling. And it didn't. Just before going home, we went to the chippers. I contemplated having something, but really I wasn't in the mood for anything, so I wasn't restricting. I wasn't drunk (unlike the two mad hatters I was out with) so I didn't want greasy food, but I needed something sweet. When I got home I had 2 cereal bars, really sweet ones. And I didn't feel bad for having them. Maybe from all the dancing, I needed a boost, so there was no guilt. I went to bed, and was still buzzing (because I didn't have the alcohol in my system to knock me out) so I couldn't get to sleep. I ended up maybe having only 3 hours sleep, and I was up just after 7 the next morning.
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