Last weekend I bought some sausages from a local butcher, and I ALWAYS have beer with sausages. They're really just made for each other. It was just one beer, but the following morning I felt a half-step slower than I had during the previous 3 weeks of sobriety. Needless to say, I won't be partaking again for the foreseeable future. There's a bit too much at stake in my life to even be missing ANY of my (limited) mental faculties at any given time.
My wife recommended today that I up the ante and remove sugar as well. After I cut the alcohol, the brownies and ice cream started creeping in a bit more. Since my younger daughter is recovering from a tonsillectomy there are plenty of sweets in the house, and they're tough for me to resist. But I took her advice and abstained today, and I'll continue taking her advice for the duration of the kettlebell training program she's on. It's the least I can do, we'll see if I notice any further addition by subtraction.
Today was another home improvement Sunday. First I tackled an empty concrete expansion joint in my driveway:
I followed the bill of materials and instructions from this youtube video, and the results were spectacular. I'll post an after picture once everything has dried, but the key is definitely applying sand to the self-leveling caulk before it dries so that you can avoid the bubble gum look.
I also re-located the rain barrel next to a downspout that floods my yard and is conveniently located next to our herb garden:
Now I just need to find 30 free minutes to hook the damn thing up before next Sunday's rain!
I work in sales, which requires the ability to gently stretch the truth at times - I don't like it, but sometimes I have to tell a client that X exists, when in reality there is a 75% chance that X will exist within a 3-6 month timeframe. I used to feel bad about it, but then I realized something. . . that "lies" that I tell someone are nowhere near as damaging as the lies they tell themselves.
I'm happy with this job. . .
I'm in love with this person. . .
One more drink/hit won't hurt. . .
There's always tomorrow. . .
It'll all work itself out. . .
I will always strive to be honest with others, but first I'll make sure I'm honest with myself :)
Dogs can sense pain in others, even when it's being managed and/or suppressed, and they do whatever they can to comfort those who suffer:
Cash: 12.7%
Core: 79.8%
Explore: 7.5%
Workout: None
Alcohol: None
Sugar: None
Sleep: 12:15am to 7:50am, broken at 5:50 to administer ibuprofen to Thing 2
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