I'm 15 days AF today, not taking any supps, haven't got the CDs, haven't read the book yet as it hasn't arrived. All in all, doing pretty well I guess but just feeling...I don't know... sort of aimless (though that's not quite the right word to describe my mood). I think my problem is that I don't really know where I'm going with this. My drinking patterns are erratic, my reactions to it are erratic and unpredictable, my feelings about it change often, my determination and motivation to deal with it wavers constantly.
The reason I'm registering today is that I set out to not drink at all in April but I can feel my resolve slipping and when I've tried this in the past, it's always been the two week mark where I've fallen/chosen to drink again. I felt quite agitated and uncomfortable on Friday after a few tough days at work and that it's the weekend and it's been sunny and I was meeting friends and I wanted to reward myself for doing so bloody well and not having a drink for nearly 2 weeks. It was sort of touch and go on Friday and then yesterday was really hard. Luckily I was with a friend who I haven't seen for a long tiome but she doesn't drink much and she was so supportive. Managed to get past the craving and then of course, I was happy when I got home comepetely sober and even happier to wake up this morning guilt free, hangover free, ready for the day. I now feel that I'll be able to get through another week but next weekend I am meeting up with some more friends that I haven't seen for a few years and I can already feel myself giving excuses and reasons that it'll be ok to have a few. On the other hand, thinking that I'll be really close to my goal by then and what a shame it would be to break it just becasue I'm too weak to resist or embarrassed to tell them what I am doing. How have others dealt with that sort of situation?
I remember when my grandmother died, my aunt who was really close to her said she found it so hard to get over her grief because her mother was the one she always turned to for support and comfort and now she was the one who wasn't there to help my aunt through the hard time that her death caused (does that make sense?!). I kind of feel like that about alcohol - the only thing I really wanted to reward myself with for NOT drinking was a socking great glass of wine! Actually, on Friday, I as i have read people say in other posts, I wanted to get falling down, can't speak, passing out drunk. I don't know how I feel about embarking on a new life where I never allow that to happen anymore. I don't know either if i can moderate. I want to think I can but I like the feeling of being drunk so if it's only going to be a couple of glasses then what's the point?
Most of all, I am BORED to tears thinking about it. I am resentful that alcohol dominates so much of my life whether I am drinking or not. I hate the way it makes me feel but sometimes love the way it makes me feel. I'm scared of replacing one defining aspect of me (as a drinker) with another (teetotaller). I don't want it to have to be so black and white. Ugh, how did I end up in this maze? Guess I will be bumping into some of you soon!
Bean
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