
So, a few more days back on track. The sleep is coming easy as pie and I am feeling super. Plus, weight still stabilized and no hunger pains or feeling run down. I credit the bread intake and extra slumber.
Been putting some more thought into alcohol consumption as well. Pretty sure a lot of us out there do this off & on once we reach a certain point- maybe 6 months to a year. We occasionally question whether seeking that Holy Grail of the alcoholic ( moderation) will work for us. Lately, I’ve seen a few posts considering such a venture and my mind starts spinning tales as well. Never the less, after the one year was up and I had a few glasses of wine on my birthday, I STILL understand that no matter how often that demon comes around and begins to whisper in my ear, there was a reason( well , many) I quit in the first place. Beginning with the acknowledgement that once I started , I couldn’t stop.
Sure, I could go all week and never once think about it, knowing my night off would soon be here . Knowing that the night before I would head out and get my supplies , wake up the next day and after my bath and a few errands, I could settle in for my weekly binge night. Didn’t seem like anything terrible and most of those who knew me never really considered that a problem. But only a few close to me had really “witnessed” the problems that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Many times in the year leading up to actually quitting I would take a few weeks to “dry out” , and in my mind that proved that I wasn’t an alcoholic. I also didn’t touch liquor, and had given up the wine, sticking with beer. I didn’t drive or usually even go out of my house. I could do it alone or with friends, either way finding myself so amusing I never felt alone. I had facebook, after all, and I could chat with people, post hilarious pics & videos, paint up a storm and just pass out by morning. Still doesn’t sound so bad, right? Except that wasn’t the whole story.
After I downed about 5 or 6, something would click in my mind. I wasn’t always aware of it though. I would become “someone else”. A lot of those times would lead to a black out. In those blackouts, I would say horrible things and often times injure myself. I would wake up ( barely) by the late evening the next day, discover my bruised body parts and spend all that night trying to recover for work the following night- dealing with the hangovers, anxiety, dread, depression and regret. Every week- wash , rinse, dry, repeat. Sound like fun? It wasn’t. I lost respect, friends, time, and my health. I missed out on time with my family, had no real purpose in life, and backed out of plans all the time. And that was just the regular stuff.
I won’t go into any of the truly horrific things that happened. But , as we all know, it comes with the package. I both remember and don’t remember things- neither of which is pleasant. The times when I attempted to quit or “moderate” were always short lived, with a return to the habit soon after, even worse than before.
Whenever I consider trying out that lifestyle again, all I have to do is spend several minutes walking myself through the process, and ultimately KNOW what my decision still has to be. It doesn’t mean I will never slip or relapse. It doesn’t mean I am not tempted. It doesn’t mean bad things will not happen to me any more ( that’s just part of life). But it does mean I have a solid foundation to pull from, and I would never have that if I hadn’t stayed the course. One year, 40 days sober 🙂
Namaste –and thank you to all my support buddies- We are now “Living the Dream”.









