I almost didn't drink my juice today. I did four days, and then today I almost blew it off, like I almost always do with brand new goals, like I've been afraid I would do again this time. Then my son started a conversation with his dad and me by saying, "What would you guys think if I quit college and got a job?" The conversation included a lot of talk about setting goals, following through, establishing routines, discipline, and yeah, I felt like a big fat hypocrite.
After our talk I got off my butt and made some juice.