Yesterday, I shirked my blogging duties; I felt like crap--so crappy that I left my yoga class before it was over. I've never done that before. I was nauseous and afraid that I might barf-aste all over my yoga mat and possibly the heavy breather who practiced beside me. But today, is a new raw day.
I weighed myself on day one, and I am not going to weigh myself again until I have completed the thirty days. I think that I have lost weight, but it's the uncertainty that keeps me honest. I have made lunches for my kids without licking the peanut butter knife. I have cooked pizzas without picking at the peperoni, and, an ever truer test of my tenacity, I haven't had a single cocktail in more than two weeks.
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