and that’s what scares me.
We had had our office Xmas party last night. My wife and I tucked into the spread with reckless abandon. Pizza, cannoli, anti pasta tray, salads, wine, bourbon, and a couple of beers. It was delicious. I keep waiting for my stomach to revolt. It’s not.
My greatest fear is backsliding now that I know the world isn’t ending. Meanwhile, I’m starting first extended fast today. Maybe I can make to Xmas day and start all over again…