Back in the day when I did all my drinkin and druggin, I ate junk food and if I did cook you can be sure it was loaded with additives and preservatives. Convenience foods if you will. Once I figured out that was a huge part of my constant fight against my weight (your body doesn’t know what to do with additives and preservatives-so it stores it-as fat), I gave it all up. I walked away from the cigarettes and weed and never looked back. Partly because my daughter told me that I had until my oldest grandchild was born (she was still a dream) because they would never be allowed in my house, much less get to spend the night. Partly because my son had just graduated with a double major in Criminal Justice and Law Enforcement and my quip of “You can’t bust your mother” was met with a grin that told me he would love to have a reason to pay me back for all the summers he was grounded growing up. But mostly because I started smoking when I was 15 and at the time I was 45 and had smoked twice as long as I hadn’t and it was just time. So, no vices unless you count my fluent profanity and penchant for sarcasm.
Leisa on The Things We Do For Love