My wife had to go out of town for the night and an old friend from the glory days called out of the blue this afternoon at work and on my way home from work it hit me like a truck, almost taking over my motor function and guiding me to the liquor store for "just two" bottles of wine instead of the old three bottles because I was going to be good.
Somehow I was able to make it home and down a couple more Kudzu, read the boards and walk my dogs to shake it off. I can't wait to listen to the hypno cds in bed tonight. This is really scary stuff for me. For me there is no moderation. I don't understand the point. I only drink to get drunk. At the end: Really, broken front tooth, black out drunk.
In any event it looks like I have made it through day 37 AF and although I have a gym in my house I can not bring myself to get back to exercising. I am also eating ice cream every night which I never did before. Any suggestions?
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