Dear God,

I know it’s April Fools Day and you’re probably still hungover from your ascension but I really need to talk about my current state of mind.

You see I have my blog and I want to take a “journey” with it every so often. I had this cool idea about tracking my process as I break a habit, or form a new one – depending on if you’re the half empty / half full type of dude.

In any case, my idea resulted in 2 failed attempts at changing a habit. I tried to give up dairy, to no avail. I attempted to make running on the treadmill a daily sport but that quickly stopped.

And so here I am, asking you for some support. You can light a candle for me if you want or work your mojo however it is you do it. I’m pretty desperate so I’m not picky. I just don’t want this new attempt to suck ass and now that’s not my new habit.

(Dirty minds think alike huh?)

Today I say good bye to carbs, the bad ones. The ones that keep us warm at night, cuddle with us in the rain and laugh with us during heartbreaks. I bid thee adieu on this April Fools Day in the hopes that I am not my own worst contradiction, fooling myself into thinking that change is possible.

I sever all ties and abjure you with my best Alcide grunt.

It’s not you it’s me.

No, seriously. This is not good bye for good, but for now we deserve the kind of break that Ross and Rachel had – where I can fool around with greens and grains.

I know I know. Late night snacks won’t be the same without out you. We can talk but that’s it. You will not reach 2nd base nor will you make any attempts at any home runs.

I’m born again for the next 28 days. I won’t go door to door professing Broccoli as the next messiah but I will be using this time to re-position the faith I have in myself.

Please respect my choice because I would hate to feel like a victim in my own journey.