Febfast – Day 5!

Is it just me, or has anyone else noted the cruelty of this year’s Febfast starting on a weekend? 

Friday night killed me – but Saturday night was worse.  Dinner with my parents – the heaviest drinkers I know.  They taught me how to drink and they were bloody good teachers.  I suspect they are alcoholics but they are in complete denial.

If you go round to their place around 10.30-11am Dad offers you a glass of red, not a cup of tea.  Hmmmmmm.

This from a man who also used to smoke 100 cigarettes a day. 

Back when I was a smoker, I suggested to Dad that we should try and give up together. 

On day two he rang me: “Blondie, I’m sorry but I can’t do this”. 

Not even the incentive of his own daughter’s health was enough to convince him.  Eventually emphysema and several bouts of pneumonia… and wanting to live long enough to enjoy his grandkids prompted him to quit.

He’s an all-or-nothing kinda guy.  And sadly I take after him.

Decisions... decisions.

When I told my business partner Susan last night that I was doing Febfast.  Here’s what she said:

Get out while you still can! Here's 5 good reasons:

1.First question; Why?

2.You didn't ask me if that was okay for you to NOT DRINK ALCOHOL for a month – and I have to work with you!!!

3.We are so insanely busy the only thing that will get us through is a drink

4.We have some important lunches coming up – you'd better not look like a nancy…

And finally, you need to keep your expenses up. I insist.

Maybe she’s right…