Hello...Starting my 30 day journey tomorrow...
Hahahahaha! Record for lurking the longest, now THAT just made me laugh out loud! No longer just a lurker, as of April 26, 20014...Thank you all for welcoming me, really trying to see this as giving myself a gift, instead of denying myself something. I KNOW this will probably be one of the hardest challenges I have faced yet, but the drinking just isn't working out for me anymore, and honestly hasn't been for awhile.Patty, I would love to share my reasons/struggles for quitting, and I will post later and let it all hang out! lol I am running out now to do some errands, but I will be back!
Hahahahaha! Record for lurking the longest, now THAT just made me laugh out loud! No longer just a lurker, as of April 26, 20014...Thank you all for welcoming me, really trying to see this as giving myself a gift, instead of denying myself something. I KNOW this will probably be one of the hardest challenges I have faced yet, but the drinking just isn't working out for me anymore, and honestly hasn't been for awhile.Patty, I would love to share my reasons/struggles for quitting, and I will post later and let it all hang out! lol I am running out now to do some errands, but I will be back!
Figured I would explain a little bit why I am here. During the week,(M-Th) I would usually only have 1-2 drinks. Usually one glass of wine and then a light beer. I would sit down with my drinks around nine, finish my beer by 10:30, and then be off to bed. Not a big problem, BUT had to do this every night and looked forward to it all day. And then...the weekend would roll around, and it was time to "reward" myself for being productive and healthy all week. So what better way to do that than drinking 3-4 glasses of wine and 2-3 beers? I usually did not wake up feeing horribly sick, but certainly not good. But what was really getting to me was that after drinking like that, my world seemed so gray and hopeless. I just felt like such a loser and abnormal and of course, racked with guilt. So, I would tone it down a bit on Saturday(usually),but still wake up even more depressed and hopeless on the day before. And then the weekly cycle would begin again...And, about once a month, I would get really hammered on a Friday or Sat night , and I would wake up still feeling drunk, terribly anxious like I couldn't stand being in my own skin, and I would have to drink the day away. Ughhhh....those days were the worst. And when I feel wistful about drinking, I MUST fast forward and remember what those days feel like. On a brighter note, not drinking tonight:h I did not go to the movies, but I have a ton of new mags, a good book and lots of snacks on hand. Think I might have a Shirley Temple tonight...have not had one in probably 30 years
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