DAAAAAYY ONE AGGAAIINN!!!! (Well, that was yesterday – I’m on Day 2 Today) Okay, I know you think I’m a flake, but I will do this. I went on my little jaunt away for the weekend and on Friday night, I totally, yet again, I must be delusional, decided that T-Total is not for me, … Continue reading Next time wasn’t different!
The Pensieve. Source: harrypotter.fandom.com I am not sure if anyone who reads this has heard of the character, Harry Potter … Ha ha. Well, some of you may have heard of the ‘Pensieve’, and I have been speculating on the usefulness of one to alcohol recovery. The Pensieve, used by only the most advanced wizards, … Continue reading The Pensieve
Today is Friday, and I am very recently back to giving up the booze. I am going for a weekend away to our holiday home by the sea today, and feeling nervous about the not drinking bit. This morning after a great night of lovely alcohol free sleep, I feel very committed to my cause, … Continue reading The next time will be different!
I didn’t get a chance to write a post yesterday, interrupting the therapy of writing something everyday, but I didn’t have time. For the benefit of the future, better me reading this back, this is what I would have written yesterday: I am back to being me, I am looking good, my face looks ten … Continue reading To be or not to be sober? That is the question.
I started smoking cigarettes, and drinking alcohol in my late teens. I had a brief nine month break from both when pregnant, over ten years later. Honestly, quitting the booze without a second thought, was really easy, but quitting the fags was a real drama. I had attempted to give up smoking hundreds of times … Continue reading DAY – Who cares?
I think it’s unfair that on a sober weekend, I bounce out of bed at the crack of dawn, but on a Monday morning, when there is an alarm clock involved, sleep is the drug of choice. I wouldn’t swap it for alcohol, even if it involved an all day free bar, in the company … Continue reading DAY 4 – Happy Mondays.
I woke up this morning at seven o’clock, topped up the wild birdseed outside the kitchen window, emptied the dishwasher and sat down with toast and marmalade, a nice hot cup of tea, and a good book. It seems unbelievable to me that I would ever have trouble weighing up, whether the benefits of not … Continue reading DAY 3 – Brain retraining.