There is nothing more satisfying than a glass of wine with dinner after a busy workday. As usual, I turned on the ABC nightly news at 6:30, put my Amy's vegetarian spaghetti with non-meat balls in the microwave, and poured a glass of my favorite designer red.
And what to my wondering ears should appear but a study showing that 3-5 glasses of wine per week can increase a woman's risk of breast cancer by 17%. 2 glasses per day increase the risk by 51%. I am fucked.
Over the past 2 years I have changed my eating habits, lost 23 pounds, and decreased my clothing size from a 16 creeping up to 18, back to a respectable size 12. I have increased my physical activity and spit shined my wardrobe. This is what I think: these people are all full of shit.
That is my professional opinion as a registered nurse. I can't take it any more. Kudos to all of those people who are modifying to a more healthful lifestyle. But somewhere in there we have to have fun doing it. I have a sign in my office that says "I would give up chocolate but I'm no quitter."
In the end, I think I will go with Elena's favorite quote: Life is like a cigarette. Smoke it to the butt.
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