The bottom line is that one drink may seem harmless, and in itself, is harmless, but it, always leads to more the next day, a couple of glasses the next and even more the next until I find my heart palpitating, my blood pressure rising, my mouth dehydrated, my sleep interrupted, my self-confidence eroded and my self-disgust in full swing. I need to remember this when I consider that one little drinky poo.
I have to post, post, read, tally my days A/F on the Newbie Roll Call (great idea) and never have that stupid, red crap again. It really does not taste all that f'ing delicious!!
The teas I have been drinking are deish; the Perrier is elegant with a twist of lemon; there are no excuses. I love the clear head. I don't like hanging with the drunks while sober but since we are moving, this problem will be solved.
So if you people want to add to what happens when you allow yourself, 'just the one' we can refer to this when the sick little creep whispers suggestive propositions into our ears.
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