Well, here it is Friday at the sweats on, bra off portion of the evening. Regular readers are saying, “Didn’t she leave something out? For example, wine drinking?” About that…
Christmas Day I had a rather dreadful headache. I did not think I really tied one on, but I had been indulging in the white wine Christmas Eve. My mother suggested I go a month without drinking, to see if it had any effects on the headaches. Naturally I do everything my mother tells me (she would probably offer a different opinion about that, but I believe she would be referring to some time in the previous century so we need not regard it).
Full disclosure: I had a glass of wine Christmas Day and maybe a glass or two the day after. But beginning December 27 until the present day (January 8, 2016), I have been dry. No, I don’t want a medal, I’m just SAYING!
We all know I love my wine (at least anybody who has been paying the least bit of attention) (not that I flatter myself that everybody pays attention to me). It is definitely an enjoyable part of my weekend, and sometimes a welcome treat on a week night. But I don’t think of myself as a lush or somebody with a problem.
The fact that I’m talking about it AT ALL makes me paranoid. If it’s not a problem, then it shouldn’t be a problem, now, should it? It shouldn’t even make a blog post. Oh dear. And in fact, it is not a problem. I mean, I’m not sitting here WISHING I had a glass of Pinot. I did not have to grip the steering wheel as I drove home from work to keep from pulling in at the liquor store. I haven’t even been thinking about, for example, the cool, dry tang of an unoaked Chardonnay… Just kidding. I had to sit here and compose that Chardonnay line.
But if I’m not thinking about it, that insidious inner critic asks, then why am I writing about it?
Ah, I find the answer to that quite simply: it’s what I call the Doughnut Effect. As soon as you decide you can’t have something, what is the first thing you want? That’s right! And then what you do is try not to think about it. OK, right now, try not to think about doughnuts,because you can’t have any.
I bet some people stopped reading this blog and are halfway to Krispy Kreme as we speak. As for me, I have successfully taken my mind off the long-stemmed glass of fermented grape.
But I may be making a trip to the in-store bakery section of Hannaford. Happy Friday, everyone.