It appears that an inordinate amount of “B’s” could Be Banished during my AlphaBet Detox. There are the oBvious: Bread, Booze, and Botox; and the not so oBvious: Butter (nothing But the real stuff, BaBy!), Brie, Bundt cakes, Beef, Books (it’s a wonderful oBsession!), BaseBall, BasketBall, and truthfully, anything having to do with a Ball. With two Boys and an athletic Boyfriend, I am in constant Ball-sport overload. And other than the Botox and Books, I feel like I am always in some state of detox from Butter, Brie, Bread, Bundts, Beef and Booze.

As I ponder the “B’s”, I realize that Botox is on the list purely from an economic standpoint – part of my cutting Back (I would love to detox from cutting Back!). And while I may have had a Botched Botulism joB in my past, those four months of odd smiles in no way compares to the pain of witnessing previously dormant wrinkles making a dramatic comeBack onto my face. The only part of Bread and Bundt cakes that I really like is the crust, But I am unaBle to eat only one crust Because in my twisted justification of proportions, since I am only eating the crust, I should Be aBle to eat the crust of four pieces. I know I should just learn to love the middle part as well and keep it to just one whole piece. That however, makes me feel like I am depriving myself, and I would Buckle under that pressure. So, onto Butter, Brie, Beef and Booze. Oh, why Bother? It’s summer and nothing But fizzy wine coolers and crunchy water-Based veggies in light airy dips are Being served. I’ll wait until the fall when the heavy cheeses, spreads, meat and real drinks come Back into favor Before I take on the Burden of detoxing from those.

Next. Ball games. This is tough. While I am glad that the kids’ BaseBall season is over (I Love the Batter!), that BasketBall playoffs have finally ended (Omar Lodom Rocks!), and the dog finally popped the footBall, I do realize we all need the Basic physical activity that these Ball sports provide, and the Bonus quality time we spend together as a family is irreplaceaBle, so I can’t really detox from these either. In fact, this is one area that I keep adding to, having recently discovered Badminton as a fun family sport. And the Birdie doesn’t really count as a Ball, does it?

Hmmm. What starts with a “B” that I can give up that would make me a Better person? A Better mom? What modification would add value to my life, whose effect could Bring instant gratification or at least some sense of immediate results, however painful or pleasuraBle (a key component to my detox)? Did I mention the wrinkles? As I sit here frowning and feeling a wrinkled forehead headache forming, I Believe I have come up with something: Blowing Things Out of Proportion. That’s a good one for me. Letting things roll. Going with the flow. Adopting an “It is what it is” mentality, which, Bluntly, is a Bit hard for me. But, through sheer Brut force, for my “B” detox, I will stop, Become aware in the moment, and Breathe. I will not Blow it out of proportion. Whatever it is. I will let go of the Bad haBit of immediate reaction. And By not Blowing Things Out of Proportion, I feel that I may have the opportunity to learn to just Be. And Be at choice. In Being at choice and letting others just Be, I Believe life will Be more pleasant, more peaceful, and perhaps even reach that elusive point of Bliss.