I’m down 5.4 pounds now, and everyone is trying to get me to go for a drink. I’m perfectly willing, as long as no one minds me drinking club soda. And they don’t mind — as long as I do it far away from them.
I’m kidding, sort of, and also, I don’t really blame them. Having a few drinks by yourself while your friend drinks club soda is like the opening part of an After School Special, with your friend cast as the Good Girl Who Is Going Places and you cast as the One Who Went Wrong. Who needs that kind of stress after a hard day’s work?
It does make me realize, though, why recovering alcoholics often wind up with all new friends, especially in this city. It’s not just that you have to skip the outings that involve drinking — it’s that all the outings involve drinking. (Again, this might just be New York.)
In any case, I’m not breaking the plan now. I have to finish a little early, because I’m going on a trip later in May, and there’s no real way for me to do this while I’m away, so I want to stick to it as strictly as I can while I’m doing it. This is the first time I’ve lost weight in years, and I don’t want to blow it by turning myself into a human wineskin.
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