Here’s my Saturday night, folks! Living my best life! Or at least my dog is.
Tonight I am feeling a little bit stuck. Stuck in between the old me and whoever this newly enlightened me is going to be. I find myself missing the ritual. Pouring a glass of cold Sauvignon Blanc and taking the first couple of sips that instantly make me feel relaxed. Wait. Let me repeat that: Pouring a glass of cold sweetened ethanol and taking the first couple poisonous sips that instantly deaden my senses, weaken my heart, inflame my liver, disrupt my immune system, and increase my risk of cancer. Sigh.
I believe both of those sentences. I am so much better informed now than I was three weeks ago, yet I still miss it. So, stuck. But resolute in my choice to stick with Dry January. And proud of myself for that.
And another day goes in the books.