I QUIT

(smoking, eating, and spending money)

So, I'm back. By the way, my voice is taking another week off, because it has gone off with the northern sun since Saturday. But Adeline's carnival-like adventures are over again. I have hopped, hosted, waved my hands in the air, and spent five particularly festive days below the rivers. Eaten for two, smoked for three, and spent money like water (on beer). Simone is super proud of me (NOT).

Now, above the rivers, it might just be normal to start all sorts of big resolutions on the first of January. In the south of the country, that only starts after the Mien-where-is-my-party-nose commotion. And you give your body such a whack that you want to do it too. That's why I'm just quitting EVERYTHING immediately. There. No more smoking and calorie-rich parades for my body. I'm going to be fit and ready for summer.

“I'm going to be fit and ready for summer
in the outfit”

But how, Adeline? Well, I'm quitting smoking because I started once because it was cool, but now I feel a bit sad on the sidewalk of that little restaurant. By the way, I'm also quitting eating because I've gained at least four kilos since January 1 (or at least that's how it feels, because I don't dare to step on the scale). I'm quitting spending money because I have no clue where all those euros go (except for smoking, delicious food, and drinking wine, of course). I'm falling apart and it has to stop. Enough!

To immediately put myself on a leash, I'm starting Monday. Yes, Monday, March sixth, two thousand seventeen will be THE day. Hello cheerful friends, family, and colleagues who are reading along, you may punish me if I slip up. From now on, I will be the power woman of finances and a fitter thirty-something than I ever was (it's really not that hard) and you know what? I'm going to exercise. And not as often as our Simone, but just medium-light exercise. Marlboro Gold needs to look for a new sponsor. Goodbye, you stinky stick. Does anyone know a good acupuncturist or, what the hell, a hypnotist? This time I really want to stick to this quit attempt.

Now I have a kind of urge to do everything on Saturday that I won't be able to do anymore. Do you know that feeling? Shopping, smoking a lot of cigarettes, eating fatty croquettes, and downing liters of wine. Don't think about pink elephant issues. That's why I need your help, your mental support. Email me at adeline@amayzine.com, then I'll help you and you help me and Simone. Deal?