I decided to treat the wine as any other part, say side-dish, of the meal. I had 6 sips. 6. I counted every one and by the time I started feeling the first hint of a buzz, I did not like it. And I stopped. When I cleared the table, my glass went to the sink and I poured the rest out. Husband poured himself a second glass, didn't finish it and I poured that out also.
I am not really kicking myself or anything. My husband enjoys wine and drinks sensibly, so not having wine in the house is out of the question. As PF says, I have to put on my Big Girl Britches and decide how to move forward within the parameters.
Now there is about 1/3-1/2 bottle in the fridge. I may look for a recipe to use it in, rather than have it hang around. A nice beef stew perhaps?
After dinner I walked the dog, and thankfully the slight buzz didn't last very long...because I so do want a good night's sleep after all the yard work today.
I am mostly proud of the way I handled this, but do fear that the genie may have been let out of the bottle. I need to double up my resolve, so this episode does not take me down the rabbit-hole. I think I need another application of butt velcro...so I can stay close to the nest.
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