Drastic measures

I’ve decided to try a month without alcohol. This is how I do moderation: all or nothing.

At the weekend, I kind of overdid things. Two birthday parties, a gallery opening, free wine, tequila back at Andre’s… it was great until I realized it was Sunday night and I was still wearing Friday’s pants. So I’m taking a break.

Now you’ll have to be patient with me. I’m not sure how I’m going to react and I could get snippy or uptight or depressed or who knows what. My trainer thinks I’ll feel stronger and fitter and happier, but what does he know, he’s been so pumped up on steroids for the last decade that his brain has shrunk to the size of a walnut.

Okay, that was snippy.

This could be a long month.