Goodbye my love… I’ll see you in 30 days.
Ok, ok, let me explain.
I understand that my blog is called Martinis and Minivans. So obviously, drinking is something I enjoy immensely. And for the woman who emailed me a few months ago, I am not condoning drinking martinis WHILE driving a minivan. The two are exclusive of each other. However, if the car is parked, who am I to judge.
Anyway, back to my point.
I might love myself some alcohol but lately, my body does not.
It was a summer full of nightly cold beers on the porch with friends, trips that encourage hilarious nights of cocktails, and the ever-popular glass of wine (or 3) after the kids go to bed.
And it was absolutely wonderful.
However, I must admit, I noticed that my muffin top was growing at an alarming rate and a lack of any positive sleep pattern did not seem to agree with my actions.
But that wasn’t the final reason.
A few weeks ago, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law did a cleanse where they didn’t drink alcohol for 30 days. After they told us about it, my husband laughed and said that he didn’t think I could ever do that. I then said the same about him.
Which, of course, means that we are now BOTH doing it.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m not going crazy and starting some exercise plan that I’ll pretend to do when I’m really watching Scandal, but I am going to do the no-alcohol thing.
I’m giving up drinking any form of alcohol for 30 days. If not for my body, then at least for a chance to get my husband to eat his words.
I’m on day 2 now and I haven’t started to imagine my children’s heads are beer bottles yet so that’s good, right? And I haven’t caused any bodily harm to my husband so that’s a point in the “success” column.
Who’s with me? Anyone?
Okay, okay, I didn’t think so. But do me a favor and toast to me and my hopefully shrinking muffin-top when you enjoy a cold one tonight, okay?
Thanks.
