Well, there it is. Day 1 of no drinking is done. Well, almost, but I shouldn’t think I’ll crack now – mouthwash residue doesn’t count, right?
I did two things this morning to kick start my motivation:
1. I weighed myself. I shan’t disclose the figure – I’d defo need a stiff brandy for that, but let’s call it x. I’m hoping that by Nov 1st my weight will be x-14. A stone in a month? Maybe a tad ambitious, but half should be easy enough.
2. I took a selfie. I haven’t disclosed it as I look so rough it’s untrue. (Our bathroom lighting is particularly harsh in the morning.) But I hear stories of people looking ten years younger when they give up the sauce – it’s all that Evian drinking.
And for the next thirty mornings, I’ll do the same. Hopefully, when my skin is glowing with a never-before seen radiance, I’ll be brave enough to post Before and After shots – and maybe they’ll give you a reason to hop on the wagon with me.
But day one ticked off. And I’ve raised £136 so far.
Not a bad day’s sobriety.
Check out how Daisy got on when she undertook “Dry-Tober” in #Forfeit…