I spent all of this past Saturday shopping in my new home of downtown Boston (see updated profile), and only walked away with a $14 red and chrome egg-timer from Black Ink, Inc. on Charles Street, which I have honestly been eyeing for months now. In fact, I am a changed woman.
Further, my husband, who initially pushed me into this endeavor by doubting I could accomplish such a feat, said to me, "I have noticed a change in your shopping habits. You are much more selective now."
Being that my year of fasting was such a success in my own life and pertaining to my own habits, I am thinking I need to attack another vice in my world and stave it off for a year.
High Fructose Corn Syrup?
Looking in the mirror?
Email? (I wish)