Those who know me know that this bear loves booze. Perhaps a little too much. I had been noticing that my alcohol intake had been creeping up as of late especially since I discovered good bourbon. While not getting falling down drunk like I would 10 years ago when I would spend hours on chat programs every evening, I frequently dozed off in my chair while watching a movie. I call bourbon "that old devil" because I would have a few small glasses on the rocks and feel perfectly fine. All of a sudden it would hit me, and the next thing I knew I was waking up with the credits rolling on the screen. I still liked my martinis from time to time, but even then I would cross the line and add on a drink or two after my usual 2 martinis. I have been on a quest to eat healthier and smarter and realized that there were a lot of empty calories that I was ingesting every night. So I made a vow to really start limiting myself. There was no way I was going to just quit. I enjoy it too much. The goal, rather, was to bring things back to a nice level and try to switch to a "healthier" alternative i.e. red wine. So far so good. All of the bourbon is out of the house. I have a little bit of gin left, and when that's gone, no more for awhile. Perhaps I need to have more teeth pulled. The dentist said no alcohol for a day or 2 until the gum heals. I twitched a bit last night, but managed just fine. So hopefully I'll lose a few pounds before the wedding in November and celebrate with a good bourbon then.