Sabotage, Party of One
Last night was the Gay Super bowl. A night to see and be seen in Hollywood. And if you weren't as lucky as my BGF (Best Gay Friend), Joey - who I kept seeing on TV - you enjoyed the Oscars in your living room while toasting the fashion and your favorite movies and actors.I don't even need to see the nominated films to really get in to the fantasy of it all. Not only do I enjoy losing myself in the glamour, I love it when someone gets the award and truly wasn't expecting it. The look of sheer joy (and shock) makes my heart melt. And yes, I tear up. Every. Single. Time.Like most people, Sunday's are my day to chill. After a long sleep-in-snuggle-fest with my pillow, I stroll to the market for groceries so I can later prep my lunches for the work week. Well, because of Oscarpolooza, I kicked those plans to the curb and made what food I already had in the house. I also started raising my glass during the red carpet footage while it was still light out.Being a recovering addict, I am fully aware drinking wine is not the smartest thing for me to do. Although alcohol is not my drug of choice, it is still, in fact, a mind altering chemical. In typical Scorpio fashion, I still enjoy a glass or two with dinner or a hot bath at the end of a stressful day. It could be worse. I could be trolling Craigslist for Vicodin and Xanax.So I stick with red wine, meditation and exercise to keep my stress at bay. I hope you still love me, Dr. Drew.Another great stress reliever for me is sleep. I need at least eight full hours of blissful slumber in order to function well. Last night I managed to get only five. I can blame it on the Oscar post coverage, or the free-flowing wine, but really, it's all on me. I manage to self-sabotage often. It's funny, because the one thing I know will help me is the very thing I keep myself from attaining. I have to laugh to keep from crying. Needless to say, I'm a zombie at work today.Please tell me you have self-sabotage behaviors too..
