I’ve been on a dry month since the first of January and honestly I don’t miss the alcohol at all. Even when I’m out at dinner with friends or stare at the bottle of bubbly waiting for me in the fridge, it’s a dismissible pang in my chest. Just a second of ‘Oh!’ and that’s about it. Every year when I do a dry January, my body thanks me for it and it feels incredible. After a month of celebrating the holidays...