9:15 pm and I pretty much forgot my commitment to write every day. It’s hard to start a new habit, isn’t it? Almost as hard as breaking an old habit.
For three months now, I’ve tried to make it two weeks in a row without sugar and have yet to be successful with that one. Yesterday, I sat in a chair, clinging to the arms, fingernails cutting into the fabric as I waited for my craving for chocolate to pass. Right that moment I would have paid $100 for one square of rich dark chocolate.
It’s bedtime for Orlee so I’ll just add this picture of her with a frisbee stuck on her head and count four paragraphs as “Writing every day.”