I spent about fifteen years of my life developing progressively worse drinking habits, right alongside all the other stuff I was trying to do. If you’re reading this blog, I can’t imagine I need to explain to you how how an occasional couple of drinks might spiral into a more-than-a-bottle-of-wine-a-night habit. That is, we may differ in terms of absolute quantity, but the steady progression of a problematic drinking habit is not that different from person-to-person.
One morning in late January 2016, I woke up with a slight head cold. I had also finished off all the wine in the house the night before. Neither was an exceptional state of affairs, nor were the self-loathing thoughts that followed. Because I didn’t feel well, I decided that I was definitely not going to drink that day. The next day, after a terrible, tossing and turning, sweaty night, I thought that I might try not drinking for a slightly longer period of time. I wish I could tell you why it was different this time from all the other times I had made similar vows, or tried similar periods of abstinence.
Since then, I have been working to make significant changes to my drinking habits. This blog is an attempt to chronicle some of those changes and the thoughts that accompany them.
If you are on Abstar, you can view my row under “lentil,” or find me on the MM forums under that same leguminous username.