Waking up at night, running for something to drink.. I used to grap a bottle of milk to put out those fires of thirst.
Well, that was before my doctor made it quite clear that there were two ways for me to slowly kill myself; smoking and drinking milk... because milk is bad for my severe ulcerative colitis case bla bla bla..
For four years now, I have been a good girl, drinking absolutely no milk, no alcol, no coffee.. smoking no sigarette, spent nights crying because mom wouldn't let me drink not even some milk. If it wasn't mom, it was my evil sense of responsibility.
Guess what I just did!!
I was watching my "Grey's anatomy" DVDs, season 3, and I went to get some heavenly carrot juice , when I ran into a half-full bottle of low fat milk, and I snapped and closed the fridge door, took 4 seconds to absorb what I just had seen, made sure there was no one around, and that everybody was asleep, and opened the door again..
And as if satan was whispering in my ear to commit this sweet sin, the thrill of committing a forbidden sin, as well the high of drinking that low fat sugarless cold milk.. OooOOOohHH Yeaaaahh!!
Ignoring all the thoughts of pain and bleeding after this, I took a sip, closed my eyes and wished for time to freeze as I was enjoying the pleasures of life.. it was like second time sexual experience .. oh yeah!!!
I closed the bottle, put it back, closed the door.. opened it again, and lived the sin again for two or three other times.. I really didn't count them cuz I was just so high!!
before closing the door, my eyes stopped at the carrot juice and suddenly found myself saying " Oh, what are you looking at!!?" and slammed the door in its face!
You know when a recovering drug addict comes home, they don't put drugs there for the sake of avoiding him falling under the lust presure.. My family should've known better and kept this evil bottle out of my way