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Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Dry, dry, dry. Today I've been off the bottle for seven years. Nothing special to report. I'm still amused by the odd comment here and there, generally from people who watch way too much television (reality TV especially). I do not act like the TV people. I still occasionally cook with wine or cognac, and no, I'm not worried that I'll suddenly commence guzzling again. (And if you're tempted to forward articles to me re: cooking not getting rid of alcohol in food, just don't, thanks.) I'm not saying I'm incorruptible. I am saying that I don't miss alcohol's effect one bit.
Saturday, June 08, 2013
SPFGDBH. I turn 50 in four days. WHEN is my family going to stop dieting for me?
This outburst is related to an upcoming long-ish post about The Great Gut Tangle of 2013. I haven't written it yet because I'm fairly irascible in my convalescence (as you can see). I have to say, however, that if I keep getting diet referrals and suggestions and comments, etc., I may very well strangle the guilty relative with a loop of my fractious intestines. Sick to death of this interference, which is pedantry disguised to be well-meaning and concerned.