I'm hoping for a STS tomorrow. I feel off the wagon big time, Jack Daniels stole my will power, Jagerbombs blew it up and the indian was the straw that broke the camels back. Nursing a hangover, I hotfooted it to our yummy carvery and stuffed loads of giant roasted spuds in my gob. Been back on plan yesterday and today, but the damage was done. I am determined to not keep doing this to myself. I don't think I've had a sober weekend in 6 weeks and it must be pickling me, but I simply have no will power, and even less after my first drink.