Life & Style Editor Nicky Park is giving up booze and spending the next six weeks on the wagon.
After a decade of torturing my body it's time for me to give it a rest. I was told the closer I got to 30 the more I'd start caring about my health, and as I approach 28, this is happening.
In the past couple of months I've tried to actively start using my addictive personality for good rather than evil. I swapped my morning latte and afternoon sugar fix with a copper tongue scraper and a sugar-free diet inspired by an Ayurvedic doctor.
The next major vice to throw in is the booze. This is the biggest and the baddest of all my indulgences. I love a wine to mark the middle of the week, a bottle (or two) of red on a Friday night, a Saturday afternoon session in the sun, a weekend bender, shots of tequila with strangers and casual G&Ts.
Yeah, I'm that go-to girl when you're after a good night. I've had a blast, forged some solid friendships and created plenty of (foggy) fond memories - but it's time for me to shake off the tag. I will be reclaiming my weekends, pinching pennies, butting out any social smoking and feeling fresh as a daisy.