“Too much food!” I groaned as I clutched my stomach and rolled over on the couch.
My sister laughed. “Too much drink you mean!”
I moaned in agreement. Too much food and drink swirling around in my stomach and making me question why it was that we did this.
Why did we eat so much food and drink so much alcohol at Christmas, when we knew it would make us feel shitty?
The simple answer: we lived for the moment.
After last night’s binge, I wasn’t sure how many more moments I was going to live if I kept doing it.
I turned over to look at my sister.
“I’m giving up alcohol and becoming a vegetarian,” I declared.
Our mum’s head poked around the lounge room door. “Do either of you want a glass of champagne? We’re down to the last bottle.”
“I do!” I piped up.
My sister laughed.