Day 28. I can hardly believe that it was four weeks ago that I had my last glass of wine.
Here on Vancouver Island, summer has arrived. Sitting on my porch, this sunny Saturday, I can hear the rumble of a hay baler from the farm next door, and I can see small gaggles of teenagers heading to the river with their swimming gear.
My vegetable garden has sprung into action, and I actually picked my first strawberry this morning.
Everything is the same this year, and everything is different.
Over the last four weeks, not only have I been AF, we (husband and I) have been making an effort to be healthier.
Since I put my fears into words, my husband came clean about his fears too. He has battled with his weight for years. I haven't helped - excessive drinking has lead to poor dietary choices, as well as the thousands of empty calories consumed in liquid form.
So we have tried something that I have always regarded as slightly ridiculous, and only for the "health nuts' among us - juicing.
Yes, we have consumed green juice, squished out from half a ton of kale. Ok, that's an exaggeration.
Actually, we have juiced our way through almost ten times the amount of veg and fruit that we usually consume. We have substituted two meals a day with fresh juice, and eat a healthy meal with a mountain of salad for the third.
The result? Well I have lost 12 pounds in the last four weeks (some of it undoubtedly due to being AF) and my husband has lost 17 pounds.
Now, as well as my obsession with sober blogs, sober memoirs and documentaries about alcohol, my husband is now just as obsessive about food...."Did you see how much sugar is in this?"....waving a jar of peanut butter furiously at me...."Are they TRYING to kill us? " (Loud voice in supermarket)....."Don't eat that cereal !".......(To his bewildered grandson)....."You'll end up diabetic!" This summer we might just be the most boring couple alive!