75 days

What an odd thing to do in the middle of the night—start a blog with no audience but myself. Here I am, a 34-year-old woman with a broken heart and not much else to hold onto. This isn’t meant to be a sob story, but I do want to take a moment to explain why I’m trying to reset my life. The last few years have tested me in ways I never imagined. Darkness has nearly swallowed me whole—there’s no question about that. In the past five years, I’ve faced more loss than I thought I could handle: my mother’s cancer diagnosis, the deaths of my last two grandparents, my nephew’s near-suicide, two relationships that nearly broke me, my best friend abandoning me because I was “too much,” uprooting my entire life to move to a new state, and, most recently, losing my job and being unemployed for the past year. I’ve lost so much. And yet, somehow, I’m still standing—well, at least I’m trying to. That’s why I’m committing to 75 Soft . It’s a simple challenge with four rules: Eat well and only drink on...