Torture. Torture I Say.

Sunday I find myself at the bar of an Irish pub listening to live Irish music. What do I have in front of me? Water. Water with lemon. Gosh, I'm such a rebel. 

I'm REALLY wanting a cocktail. I text Abby. She encourages me as only Abby can. "Stay strong. You are in the middle of a liver cleanse and alcohol will defeat the purpose." Then she tells me if I'm going to anyway, vodka and soda water with a lime or lemon would be my best choice. Yuk. That doesn't sound so good. A sweet, fruity, rummy drink sounds good! I ask Abby how far one little cocktail could set me back. She says at least a day. That one little cocktail just isn't worth it. 

I've worked really hard to "cleanse". While I haven't followed everything exactly, I have not eaten or had anything to drink that I'm not supposed to. Why start now? It's Day 8. I can make it.

Still not doing so well with exercising on my own, though. So many excuses I can find!