Wednesday, January 4

This year

This year.
This is tomorrow.
This is THAT DAY when every choice multiplies.
Day after day.
Choice after choice.
Step after step.
No I do not want a beer or glass of wine.
No I do not want rice, pasta, bread or starch. Or sugar. Or crackers. Chips. Any of it.
No I do not want to be "LESS THAN" anymore.
No I do not want to say "I USED TO".
No I do not want to be a vision of a person who does not care about themselves. Their health. Their quality of life.
No. That isn't me.
Not any more.

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