Woke early for a Sunday because yesterday was wasted being hungover and I needed to get washing done for school tomorrow and clear the kitchen of last nights tea. Remembrance Sunday always has a visit to the British Legion attached to it but today we decided to skip that to avoid temptation for me more than anything. I cleared some empty wine wine bottles away that had been sat in the kitchen since Thursday which didn’t bother me what did resonate with me was a conversation I heard during the parade which consisted of someone say he couldn’t wait to go out on the 18th November for a few beers with his mates, this immediately got me thinking I can’t do that for one year, if I go out it’s for a coke and a chat Uh!
Sober Sunday it is 1:45pm and I am doing ok apart from that tiredness of the day after the day after, but still determined. I am interested in the health benefits heading my way because no alcohol will need to processed so I weighed myself last week and I am 14st 7lbs so there’s a starting point.
Football tonight starts at 21:25 but I don’t associate watching the Broncos with alcohol so I don’t see a problem with that
Daily hurdle (weekdays),
“Teatime” especially if Jamie is working, I am working from home and as I finish work (in the kitchen) my normal go to is to open a cider or pour a glass of wine. I really need to start drinking water in an afternoon to quench my thirst and detract from that teatime urge. Cooking tea alone is a real drink moment and I can never just have one unless by one I mean one bottle of cider followed by one bottle of wine maybe that would be enough!
Do I control alcohol or does alcohol control me?
Both, I would say when I am in control it is the best thing I do I love it I have had lots of great times but when it’s in control it robs me of the memories of whole nights when I can’t stop until I’m unconscious. Sitting with Jamie having a drink in the garden during summer is one of life’s great pleasures but not being able to remember our wedding party is awful and makes me feel stupid and disgusting. Sharing a bottle of red over Sunday lunch is the perfect way to end the week, waking up at 2am midweek still downstairs and dragging myself to bed because alcohol need me to be alone so we can finish what we started at teatime makes me feel weak and pathetic?
I have spent 35 years in an abusive relationship with alcohol and the control is at best a 50 50 split so lets see if I can take control for 1 year!
Days Sober 2