I had 1 glass of wine and afterward asked myself, "Why did I even have this? The day wasn't particularly stressful. Then I realized that it really was out of habit. I wasn't stressed, tense or particularly unhappy about anything. Very even emotions, if you know what I mean. It was just something that I was used to doing at around 6:00 pm before dinner.
This has really just been a daily lifestyle thing, with maybe a little too much on the weekend (ex. Fri. night would be maybe 5 or 6 drinks of something. Sat. maybe about the same give or take)
Anyway, I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say. I guess I'm rethinking the whole concept of "normalcy" for me. I've read Alan Carr's book and understand his line of thinking. Alcohol is ultimately poisonous to our systems. However, over time, fried chicken and cheeseburgers could be as well. I'm not likely to totally abstain from those foods.
My moderation and maybe eventual abstinence may be an aversion to this concept of slowly poisoning myself even though 99% of the time I feel pretty good , other than the usual aches and pains for 52 :H. I certainly want to be as healthy as possible as I get older. I only have a wife, no kids. I need to be able to take care of myself for as long as possible.
Anyway, I'm just rambling with these thoughts. Maybe others have had similar thoughts. I know life ends one day. This life is enough. Not interested in eternity and don't believe in it. I just don't want to finish in an ugly fashion ( i.e. very decrepit) before slipping back into "the great mystery".
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