I've heard at least one too many comments about my prolific falling and incredible story-repeating when I drink. It seems I'm not as good at gauging how much I should go for as I used to be.
It is true that I have fallen, but I also fall when I'm not drinking, but as falling isn't my only charaacteristic when indulging, I've decided to give up alcohol.
I have always, since my last horrendous sip of Southern Comfort in 1965, been a wine drinker, with an occasional beer thrown in for companionship or Chinese food, so this should be a relatively easy initiative.
Given that I also want to lose 6 pounds, there is an incentive that doesn't link to my vanity. Oh, whoops!
I don't want to go on about this, as I do think it's not such a big deal, but I'm going to follow up with a reminder in my calendar to see how I'm doing.
I'll be pleased if this works. I just won't be as much fun.