The week before this program started, my wife and I put away three bottles of wine. The week before it would have been about the same and the week before. And the week before. And the week before.
I honestly thought that I would miss the booze the most. There was nothing like coming home after a hard day, getting the boy to bed and cracking a nice bottle of vino. Or a G&T.
But, it turns out, I don't actually miss it at all. Sure, on a hot sunny day it would be nice to have a crisp cold beer but generally speaking I just don't notice.
What I really miss is a nice bit of peanut butter toast. Nah, not really.
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