August is over half over, so my self imposed “no drinking and running/biking/exercising to get back on track” edict is nearly over, so I thought I’d check in.
I miss drinking. I am so boring sober. My jokes fall flat. My witty cynicism is locked somewhere behind an anonymous bar waiting to be opened and poured out. I sleep better and longer, and I’ve lost some weight. It’s awful. Just awful.
On the bright side, I do sleep better and longer, and I’ve lost some weight, so I have that going for me. I have been cooking A LOT more and I’ve gotten a lot of reading done. I’m clear headed and ready to face the day much earlier.
Currently I am vacillating between not ever drinking again, or doing a high-dive off the wagon into a pool filled with sweet, sweet, intoxicating elixirs. Who knows what will happen, I have have 13 days left to make that decision.
These past 19 days have been enlightening (and boring). Only a few days (between day 7 and day 10) have been rough, so that’s nice. I’ve learned to take things slower. I’ve learned to do things because I want to do them. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things. Sitting outside on the porch sipping my morning coffee, soaking in the beautiful start of the day is a new ritual I’ve started and it really makes the whole day fall into place.
Of course, having incredibly supportive friends through this month has been nice too. Running, biking, and cooking with you all has easily been the highlight of the month. I don’t want to lose that.
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What defines a drinking problem? Does writing a blog about not drinking qualify as a drinking problem? How much is too much? Can you only have 2-3 drinks in a night, or is it all or nothing? Let me know your thoughts!