My Forehead?

by Jimmie Curry

I guess time does fly by.  I decided to give up alcohol for my 63rd birthday two weeks ago, and I haven’t really looked back.

Has it been easy? Oddly, yes, but of course, it’s only been two weeks, so I am not declaring any victory or even a lead so early in this first quarter.  I have seen too many games blown to do something like that.

Why has it been easier than expected?  I guess I would simply say that it was time.  Fortunately, I hadn’t reached some critical low point or “bottom,” but instead, I am tired of looking in the mirror at a swollen, pasty complexion.  I know I can’t beat the clock, but I don’t have to rush it.

Here is a funny story from this morning.  I have been taking daily pictures at roughly the same time each day.  I sent them to my wife this morning (across the room).  While complimentary, she said she doesn’t see any difference in my “forehead.”  What????  Who loses weight in their forehead, and damn, how big is my head????

I guess I need to find a targeted forehead exercise.