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 As I type this morning I find that I am tired having stayed up ridiculously late serving beer to pregame bronco fans and cowboy fans. Our high school marching band staffs several concession stands at Invesco field. We get part of the take. Every year we make about 30000-40000 dollars doing this and I think it beats selling candy door to door. Not a drinker myself, but I pour a great beer.

My mom is a closet alcoholic although more people know about it and have discussed it with her in recent years. After a real scare and 1 month in the hospital in 2007, due to a bad mixture of booze and meds. She is now not drinking at all. I believe it was what you would call her “bottom”. It really is a nasty, sneaky, mean disease.

Anyway, I don’t drink. Personal choice, clearly. Yesterday we worked 3pm- 10pm. Long day, one break, bad for you food and now it is blessed Sunday and I can get back on the diet boat. Sadly the slow boat. Blood donation at church today. Don’t know if I am hydrated enough.

I am up in weight, salt probably from junky food. I will log my intake today. Good luck to all of you today.
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