But seriously folks

What a day! Bay Area hurricane got this car almost as bad as I got spider banana.

As I sat in the 34th floor conference room today, I gasped into the speaker phone because I thought the windows were going to blow off. I spent the rest of the morning wondering if I was going to get sick from the sway of the building (and I mean a real sway, as in "is the top floor of this building, which I'm sitting in, going to snap off and fall into the street?" kind of sway).

Needless to say. I NEED A COCKTAIL.

But I won't and I didn't. I wanted one. Really, really, wanted one after the winds got me all stressed out. Or maybe two. And I started plotting a way for me to kind of drink, but not really. Maybe ask for a mojito and then say to the bartender after a good long suck, "I said a VIRGIN mojito. What are you trying to do, get me to drink again." But then I realized that would be nixing the alcohol AND sugar commitment, so I stopped the fantasy. Then I sulked on the way home, made a pathetic cup of tea and then stuffed myself full of indian food.

At dinner Ellen and D reported that the no sugar no caffeine was going well. Perhaps some cravings and some moods surfacing, but all was well.

Rattled, but still clean. Except now I owe over $176 to the "Curse for a Cause" fund.

A Quick Pig Note
Awareness around eating and habits is one reason for this 31-day torture, but my torture is nothing near what the animal torture is for your typical hamburger or chicken fingers.

Have a look at the Meatrix and then think again before you turn your nose up to us food snobs who seek sustainable.