Can’t believe I’m a week and a half away from 90 days. The time has just flown by. Yesterday during the witching hour, I was battling. Ugh. I tried to put it into perspective and remember that I have gone so long with minimal cravings, and I can continue to do so. This is just a bump in the road sort of thing. But, as you all know TOO WELL, when it hits, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been without a drink, it hits hard. The feelings of wanting to be a normie just nags at me. Damnit, I want to drink like normal people.
That begs the question, why? Why would I want to drink like a normie? When I drank, I did not do so for the pleasure of having a glass of wine with a nice steak and enjoying the meal. I drank to
get drunk get a buzz that I did not want to go away. So, drinking like a normie for me would make no sense. I do not particularly enjoy the taste of any of it (except a beer). I have a hard time imagining myself having a glass or two of wine with a meal and then stopping. That let down after drinking even 2 drinks is a yucky feeling. It’s that drag in your system. Who wants to feel that?
But then, if I were a normie to begin with and had no experience with the alcohol demon, I guess it would all be different. Hmm I don’t know. It’s all so frustrating sometimes. I wish this, I wish that. . . Then I remember it is what it is, and I’m dealing with it the best I can.
Today is another day. I went to bed at 8:45 last night (fell asleep about 9:45) and slept until the alarm went off. Not sure if I was just bored or very tired. I feel good though 🙂 Looking forward to a warm weekend of some biking and maybe a workout at Red Rocks.