Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

Too Big For My Britches

After taking a couple of days off chores, I feel better. I finally have Mom's room completed, but there's a lot more work to do on the rest of the house. I guess as a homeowner, it never ends, and there will always be something that needs doing. I can deal with that, I just have to learn to pace myself and realise when I need to take a break...and then take one.

I need a break now, but it will be a month before I get to lay by a pool in Thailand, sipping pina coladas and trying not to stare at the bottoms of nubile women who are young enough to be my daughters. I haven't touched alcohol since I was last in Phuket in 2018, and in a way, I'm lucky I can have a drink and then leave it. Meth on the other hand is not like that for me. If I were to have even one little line, I know it would be six months before I might stop and regret that one bad decision.

Yesterday I did the double...weights followed by bike, and today, forty-five minutes on the bike. I have a pair of pants that I love. I bought them last time I was in Thailand and they are now too small for me. To fit into those pants again is one of my goals, and I hope within six months, I'll be able to wear them comfortably and with pride. Although I don't want to sound like it, I am a bit too big for my britches.