Long story short, fell off the wagon and had the three drinks left in the open bottle. Refused to open a new bottle telling myself I wouldn't be up to my walk tomorrow if I did. I didn't open it and that's something new and good. Drank lots of water, took my Topa and went to bed (after three loads of laundry, changing the linen, vacuuming the upstairs, etc.).
I tried to replace the cravings (yes, I'm now SURE that's what they are---ah, pride goeth before that fall) with a mental picture of something else: SoBe's Green Tea in a cool glass, but it only worked for a bit. (Should have gotten my butt in the car and gotten some right then!) I've got some ideas where to start: better planning in getting chores done in the morning and over the weekend, making sure I've got something else to drink that appeals (ie, SoBe's), figuring some way to leave the stress at work, or maybe moving to a Zen retreat on a desert isle? It's not that my workplace is harsh, just our crunch time and I'm a stress sponge.
I'm going to up the Calm Forte at lunch and see if that helps. Also, tonight's my exercise class so that will mean a change of pace--I'll drop JuJu at husband's work and he'll attend to dinner, etc.-- and I'll be getting home past the witching, uh cocktail, hour.
Any of you working parents out there have any suggestions for breaking the weeknight cocktail habit?
Damn, damn, damn!
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