Oh, wow. Yesterday was Holiday Cookie Day, and I legits feel bad today. Physically and emotionally.
So let this be a PHOENIX FROM THE COOKIE ASHES kind of moment. I could pull it together to quit drinking. I’ve done it for 719 days. I can pull it together to not eat garbage, and maybe that’s the next big thing.
I don’t eat garbage now.
I can cold-turkey this — I did it for booze — and why not start today? I have no holiday parties ahead of me, one two-day family visit (but they’re not big junk food people), and I think it’s been well established that I’m good at quitting, but not good at moderating.
Time to quit.
It’s a different scenario, and that’s going to be a factor. People drink, but they don’t, like, ply you with booze. There aren’t shots lined up in the company coffee room because somebody made a bunch of shots for their kid’s birthday party and there were shots left over.
On the other hand, the social buy-in to “I’m eating better” is much lower-key than “I’m not drinking.” Nobody says “you’re not fun anymore because you don’t eat cookies.”
Here we go, then. Simple rules:
- No casual snacking. Planned food only.
- No making recipes with more than, like, 1 tablespoon of sugar.
- No goofy cheats.
It’s December 21, 2018. Let’s do this thing.