I’ve abstained from alcohol for 102 consecutive days. This is the longest streak I’ve had in my life other than from the ages of 0 to 19. The previous high was 100 days, but I quit after that because I thought, “Hey, I can do this.”

Note: This is NOT what I look like at the current time.

Why the change? The person I could become under the influence is not someone I want around my family.

Some people can moderate or stop after a few, but I am not in that group. I’ve tried moderating and setting limits. For the first couple of weeks, I stick to it, but then I slack. One more? Sure. How about one more? YEAH! You want a shot for the road? You’re twisting my arm. Sure.

I think the most difficult part of this whole shift is accepting that I cannot crack moderation. I have a tendency to not accept reality for what it is and shape it to what I want. For a lot of my life, that worked. This time, it’s a no-go.

Overall, I’ve not had booze for 132/214 days of the year (or about 61% of the year).

I’ve spent about three and a half months really watching what I eat this year. I’m down almost 30 pounds from my heaviest weight.

Getting my act together, actively fighting depression, and … IDK. If you want to know more, just ask.

I’ve been taking on my weight (amongst other things) aggressively this year. Today I weighed exactly the same as I did yesterday. I haven’t been this light since 2019.

A Whooo. And a hoooo.

After almost 11 years of dutiful service, my iPad Air is headed to the recycle bin at Staples (for responsible electronics recycling). I’ll never forget trading in my newish iPad for this one because Apple released two models in one year.

This iPad acted as a weather station for its last few years.

I’ve been singing “I will remember you” absentmindedly today. My subconscious knows the pain.