The temptations of late night drinking and eating everything fried

I was walking home from our work summer party on Wednesday (and yes - I didn’t drink anything but seltzer water and lime). And all I saw ahead of me were seas of restaurants and bars. “Come in for this deal” “Cheap beer, cheep food, cheep times” “Make your day better with a drink in your hand and some fried food in your belly”

Maybe they didn’t quite say that but you get my drift. It’s no wonder we eat poorly and drink too much. Yes - of course you need self control. I’m not saying we, the people, are completely blameless.

But in New York most people socialize with a drink or some food and not usually the good kind. So I don’t blame them. Everyone likes a good deal. I know I do.

It’s hard to say no to the flashing neon sign, the smell of pizza, fried cheese sticks, bagels, doughnuts and the peals of laughter spilling into the streets from the open windows of bar after bar.

It made me realize that I have to redefine what fun is. Go back to that kid in me and see who will come with me. Yes - I like to drink, but I don’t need to every time I go out. And every night out doesn’t need to revolve around food and drink. Especially the nights where drink leads to those bad late night food choices.