Small victory...

I've flailed (and failed), but last week finally made it four days without soda, energy drinks, or beer. Ah the brew, my dark mistress.

Here's a shocker... "Mr. Type A" has a hard time unwinding. I am hopelessly compelled, every single day, to stay busy until I'm too tired to keep my eyes open. With a beer (or four) after work, I'm comfortable doing nothing because beer is the something. I don't expect you to understand.

And here we go into Week 2 of Unfat Me. I write to pass the time. I read Lew Bryson's excellent "Why We Drink" and think about having one of the 2-Below's that are out in my beer fridge. Poured into an ice-cold glass. Just one. So cold. So tasty.