This month I’ve parked myself on the wagon. In other words, I’m abstaining from alcohol until February 1. That’s right. I won’t be drinking until Super Bowl Sunday. Which is also the day I’ll be chicken-winging. And possibly potato-chipping.
I’ve made this decision mostly because the last few weeks of 2014 were alcohol-soaked and food-heavy. And as wonderful as that was, it took a toll. I guess this is my month to pay the piper. Whoever that greedy guy is.