Absence makes the waist smaller.

Removing. Restricting. Eliminating. Withdrawing. These are not kind verbs in their own right and adding them to my nutritional vocabulary has been stinging. You may have read my article, Absence makes the liver…sadder?   that chronicled the start of the process of me and the Burrito (aka, the fiance) eliminating alcohol, sugar and carbs for 30 days….

Absence is making my head…Clearer? Huh.

It’s the morning of Day Six and I am up at 6:45 on a Saturday. Somebody alert the media. I am sipping espresso with a splash of cream instead of my usual coffee drowned in Hazelnut creamer. No pounding headache from too much gin and wine. The usual regret of eating too much is absent….

Absence makes the liver grow…Sadder?

It’s March 2nd, 9:47 pm.  I have just finished scarfing down a large helping of Pad Thai and Panang Curry and a bottle of wine. My man has done the same. We have decided to stop drinking for 30 days and it’s our last hurrah. Emotion has overcome us and we are already pissed and…