Twelve Weeks

Going on a fast.  For the next twelve weeks.  It'll be a challenge but maybe not as much of one as I think (or fret).  What am I fasting from?  Well... let's just say my stomach will be thankful, my mood will be thankful and my life should stop appearing cloudy quite so often.  Even if it is crappy outside.

This is more of check on myself.  Is this something I need?  Is it something I can do?  The answer to both may very well be "yes".  A couple years ago I did six weeks - and I regained much during that time.  (As Biff puts it... I had balls.)  Not to mention the 12 pounds that fell off without effort.

So... let's see what happens in the next twelve weeks... shall we? 

My calendar has been marked up quite a bit in the last several weeks.  All those check marks adding up.  The color I had yet to use was red.  Which was intended for smoking... now I'll be using it for something else.  Preferably every day for the next twelve weeks.

I am wondering... how will I do in the bars, how will I do when my triggers are pulled?  How will I do and what will happen?  Family history runs deep, situations in life have run deeper and the ease by which this issue has come into my life runs as deep as a well. 

It's time to climb out of the well - just glad I still have this rope.