In January I will be saying good bye to the Goose, and sadly, good bye to Wine. Why am I doing this to myself?
This year I will be turning 22, true adulthood, so it might be one of my last chances to push my body to its physical limit and abstain from drinking for a whole month.
I don't expect my journey to be easy, but I know that in February (the month of love), I will be reunited with my one true lover, the constant in my life, the yin to my yang - Wine. You probably all think I'm mad for taking on such an impossibility, the Everest of all Everests, but I think with enough support, I will see these 31 days through.
You may see me upset, or find me lost and dazed at gin ton time (3.30), or even mourning my better half. BUT, for everything Wine has done for me, I owe him this journey. I have run many marathons, climbed many mountains, and swam many seas, but this - I know - will be the bear grylls of all challenges
Wish me luck