So my binge is over. I guess I'm done drinking. For real this time. I mean, I've quit for a few days here and there, but I've never really done it. It wasn't because I didn't want to; it was because I always had a reason to celebrate or a long day or a social outing. I always had a reason or excuse to drink, so I did; and now I'm quitting. Cold turkey wasn't what I was thinking but I've ran out at the house and I keep making excuses to not get more. I guess that's a good thing but I wasn't really ready to quit. I'm giving myself another week for cigarettes because I don't want to go into complete withdrawal because I know I'm not going to enjoy this in the beginning. I can't wait to see the progress in my body. I'm going to keep this short because I don't think you're ready for my stories. Maybe tomorrow I'll share a story or two, like how I'm also going cold turkey on love. Until then, I'll be practicing this sobriety thing. Double or nothing. Keys