Ethel and I have been together for quite some time. She keeps me tossing and turning at night. She is always trying to be one step ahead of me. Ethel is my tummy. I can't quite remember when she was named as such, but I find her to be someone or something that holds me back in life. So, tomorrow is the day that I start tackling her and putting her in her place.
Now, don't get me wrong. Ethel and I have had some great times. We have traveled the world together. We have been on some great vacations. We accompanied one another to weddings, parties, and all kinds of social engagements. She has been always at the ready, willing to take on whatever I felt like indulging.
Tomorrow is the day that I begin to change so many habits that I have worked just as hard to ignore as I have worked to maintain. I kind of feel like there should be some queued theme music at this point, but maybe there should be. I am trying to plan for all possible outcomes. This blog is just one piece of the arsenal that I am creating to keep me on track and accountable. I promise to work hard and keep the lame excuses to a minimum.
Here I come. Ethel, you have been served.
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