Red faced chronicles (RFC) Day One
I have a red face. Rosacea is the diagnosis which most fits with the symptoms. Across my cheeks and nose I get the most terrible flare ups that add 20 years on and make me look perimenopausal.
So I’ve decided to take the radical step of cutting out all known triggers and in the process, for 90 days only, cut out all the addictive substances in my life. There is something fairly poetic about going without refined sugar, alcohol, hot drinks and spicy food for 90 days.
‘I am a rock. I am an island.’ Paul Simon once sang. For 90 days (and 90 days only) I will probably be alone because a. I will be dependant on no food substance b. I will have isolated all people because of my crankiness.
Don’t talk of love. Chocolate or champagne. I HAVE MY BOOKS. My k-dramas have zero calories and fresh air is still free.
Signing off on day one
