I’m the world’s worst dieter I think. I give up after only an hour sometines. I’ll wake up with a resolve, or promise myself the night before, but then on my way past Starbucks to go to work I feel the pull of the aroma wafting out the door. Before I know it, I’m ordering an iced americano and a croissant!

Tomorrow is the 27th of November and will mark one month before my birthday. That seems like a good date to try anew. It will be a miracle but, if I stick to it for a month, I’m sure I could make enough of a difference to inspire me to continue. So tomorrow, if I do get drawn into Starbucks, I’m only going to get the iced americano. No pastry!

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