Dear Sheri,
By the end of the weekend, I was convinced that I just couldn’t do it. I’m paying, we’re talking, but I am forever giving in to the crap. I figured, with my husband leaving his job, I probably would be better off to just attempt to manage this on my own, because it would be more frugal. In the past week, I had a beer or a cocktail 4 out of 7 days. I think I ate sugar every day. I haven’t gone back to the gym yet for a variety of reasons (no time, daughter screwed up my iPod, etc.) I had pretty much convinced myself that I would just fly solo and do the best I could, knowing in my heart of hearts that I would fail miserably. In other words, I was giving up.
Today at lunch at the Whole Foods Store, I was sitting outside enjoying a salad, brown rice and beans and saw a woman walking from the parking lot to the store. A very large, unhappy looking woman, plodding her way slowly, painfully. Her t-shirt said, in capital letters about 6 inches high, “REAL WOMEN DRINK.”
The universe is funny.
I will talk to you at 4:30.
C.J.
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