Staying In.

I rarely listen to my body, and I am often a victim of peer pressure. Perhaps, even at 26, it's leftover from having insanely overprotective parents, or maybe I just like feeling good about being bad.

"Hey Amber, take this Jager-bomb."
"Um, gross. No."
"Do it!"
"OK."

"Come on. Eat this."
"No! I'm full."
"So am I."
"OK."

"Dude. That looks hot on you. Buy it!"
"No, I have to budget."
"Yeah but when will you find something else that looks just as good?"
"OK."

"Do this."
"No, I'm trying to quit."
"I paid for it. Do it."
"OK."

...These types of conversations happen to me on a daily basis.

However, for the last two days in a row, I haven't had a drop to drink. I can't even remember the last time this has happened. It's not that I'm drunk every night, but I definitely drink at least a glass of wine every day.

I think it was easier because I came straight home and cooked dinner for Dave and myself. And, I surprised myself in the kitchen. I'm not one for cooking usually, but threw together some spicy black beans, fried bananas, and a mango/avo/radish/cucumber/cilantro salad with tamarind soy dressing, and if I do say so myself, it was AWESOME.

Um, did I mention Dave stayed over?

yay me!