Last night after I had prepared dinner and had my one measured glass of wine with it I poured a second (and planned to be last) glass. But DW had said a few things that made me upset, and she started to press the issue, so I got up, took my glass of wine into the kitchen, poured it back in the bottle, and put the bottle back in the fridge. I had opened it for us both to enjoy, so now I have an opened full bottle of wine in the fridge. And I weigh a pound less today than yesterday. Win-win.
It underscores what I know to be true about me. When I’m upset the last thing I want is to drink. That leads down a path I no longer wish to go.
Just Plain Phil