Day 45
The changes in my life are quite apparent. I feel good, look better, and am much more engaged with my daily tasks and activities. Time to celebrate - right? Not so fast.
Went out to dinner last night as is customary in our circle after funeral services. The waitress asked what I would like to drink and my mind clearly said I'll have what she is having as my mouth thankfully uttered "Iced Tea please". It is easy to chalk up the urge to the stress of the day, but I feel it is more than just that.
Not drinking has become relatively easy these days almost to the point where I don't have to think as much about it. I have with some success confronted the demons of my problem drinking, the sneaking, the excessive drinking, the impulsive and compulsive urges, the obvious screwed up moments of my overindulgence.
I am now confronting the more "normal" component of my drinking. These social and casual moments when a drink was an acceptable and enjoyable event. I am now contemplating a new word in my mental vocabulary that is used so often here to describe what I am feeling...moderating!
There...I said it...moderating! Over the last 45 days I have largely ignored the word as it represented a part of my recovery that was unthinkable to even consider a drink. I was all too focused on addressing the destructive elements of my addiction that I have yet had to evaluate this other social aspect of alcohol in my life.
Perhaps, just like the funeral the other day, I am merely mourning the loss of a "friend" and companion I wish I could have back but deep down know I can't.
I have come to the realization that for now, I must get back to the basics, the day to day remembrance of the pain and trouble alcohol so recently inflicted upon me. I need to refocus on the strategies that work and to more fully embrace the greater good that an AF lifestyle will reward me with and finally accept the loss of my old buddy AL.
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