Tomorrow marks the final day of my 12 day long Wild Rose Herbal Detox and I am wanting to have a contraband glass of wine and an oatmeal choclate chip cookie. Here I am, this bloody close to the finish line and I am caving, or almost caving. What is this about? Is this symbolic? Is it like the final few miles of a marathon?

Well, here we are nearing the end of January and I have managed to stick to my resolution to be a better person...seem vague?  It's kind of an all encompassing goal.  I had my second child on April 1st, 2007 - and at 42 - I was staring to feel my age after several months of sleep deprivation.  Don't get me wrong, I am a youthful 42 - after all, 40 is the new 30 or so 'they' say.  As my one yea