So anyways, I was going to start this post with some comment about how being wine free has made my life wonderful.
I’m not missing it (surprisingly) and the whole alcohol free thing is, quite frankly, a bit of a let down. My sleep is not better, my eyes are not clearer and my skin is no more radiant than it was before. More importantly, the weight is not dropping off me as I was assured it would.
And, before you ask, I have not substituted any type of fizzy or sugary drink or food.
I will, however persist- mainly because I’m actually a little used to the week day alcohol free days, and also because my liver can’t talk. If it could, I think it would be thanking me.
As I mentioned last week, the part I was struggling with most was the metaphorical pause between the stresses of the partition day, and beginning the writing day. Thanks to my bloggy pal Debbish, I’ve taken to washing away the crap of the day job in a bath- with a book and a sparkling mineral water. I pour in some Aveda bubbly stuff…the other day I even lit a whole row of little candles- and nearly did my back in leaning across to blow the suckers out. I do like a good candle or three- just not usually along the window sill of my bathroom.
Aside from the day when I was busy answering texts regarding one of the writing jobs I’m working on, it seems to be filling the gap. It really is about tricking the mind- and mine appears to be remarkably easy to trick…I’m not entirely sure that’s a good thing.
In other news, while out walking today, my friend told me it was the most committed to anything for this long that they’d seen me in years. I was, I have to say, pretty chuffed. Then they said that it was good because I wasn’t doing anything radical and ridiculous like I usually do. Not so chuffed.
My friend was right- I’m determined, yet I’m leaning (that phrase is so on trend, it’s almost off trend) into the changes- one habit at a time. I’m walking a lot, but I feel like I need to in order to cope with the stress and chaos. From a diet viewpoint, aside from the alcohol thing, I’m not really on one…but I am more mindful of what goes in. You see, I’m one of these people who quite simply forgets what it is I’m supposed to be doing.
The weight is moving- more slowly than I would like, but I’m trying to be ok with that. In fact, it is all sounding a little (gulp) sensible.
Except for my deadlines and work schedule- there’s nothing about those that is remotely sensible. Speaking of which…
Until next time…