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"On Sunday, after my dad&amp;#x27;s birthday dinner which involved half a dozen bottles of wine and at least a quart of heavy cream (I cooked, shame on me) Nick and I decided we had to turn over a new, healthier leaf--something we&amp;#x27;ve been trying to do for a while now. We both want to lose some weight before the summer and given my recent cancer test results, taking better care of my body seemed like a good idea. Since I can&amp;#x27;t work out for at least another week with my bum leg, we vowed to eat healthy, homecooked dinners and, more importantly, not drink alcohol until the weekend. Monday night we ate green salad with roasted chicken, tomatoes and feta cheese and drank ice water with lemon. Last night we ate Indian take-out and drank a bottle of red wine. Damn it! We lasted one day. Before you judge, let me explain: It had been a long Tuesday for both of us--Nick was home with Alex (we&amp;#x27;re between babysitters right now so he&amp;#x27;s been filling in a day or two a week) and I was at the office playing catch up from being out injured on Monday. I spent the train ride home oscillating between editing copy and staring out the window stressing about how much copy I had to edit. When I walked in the door to my house Alex crawled over to greet me--things were looking up! Then I picked him up, took one whiff and spent the next 10 minutes changing a massive you-know-what that went up his back--and on his hands and shoes and my white bedspread (he thinks it&amp;#x27;s fun to wriggle away from me while I&amp;#x27;m changing him). Lovely. When I came back to the kitchen, I fed him his dinner, during which he whined and moaned loudly (he&amp;#x27;s sick and being a little fussy, poor guy). Nick said, &amp;amp;quot;Dude, this is &amp;amp;amp;%($@! hard. If I didn&amp;#x27;t think you&amp;#x27;d hate me I would pour myself a glass of gin and order takeout.&amp;amp;quot; My reply: &amp;quot;How about Indian?&amp;amp;quot; I know some of you (like my mother) will think, &amp;amp;quot;She doesn&amp;#x27;t know what hard is!&amp;amp;quot; or that I&amp;#x27;m a master rationalizer (I did mention that a glass of wine a day is totally good for us) who drinks too much (I don&amp;#x27;t, believe me) but, as I once read in Glamour--on the &amp;quot;It&amp;#x27;s OK&amp;quot; page, which I used to edit--&amp;amp;quot;Sometimes the only cure is a glass of wine.&amp;amp;quot; Amen to that. Of course after five sips I remembered that I&amp;#x27;m on antibiotics for my bone-deep wound. Whoopsy! Today is a new day. --Erin P.S. If anyone has any other it&amp;#x27;s-been-a-rough-day treats that don&amp;#x27;t involve booze or too many calories, please share. Nick and I really are trying!"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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