Falling asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow each night and waking up eight hours later.
Gorgeous almost-Spring weather.
Being inspired by the Olympic gymnastics to start a new back flexibility challenge and noticing results already.
Starting a new knitting project – legwarmers for pole dancing warm ups based on this pair I found on Pinterest.
Figuring out how to connect the TV to the Internet so this household can step in to the 21st century.
A lot of work and occasional stress about how to do it all without spending 12 hours a day in the office.
A highly emotional 5-year-old.
The usual never ending cooking, cleaning, washing cycle.
People trying to convince me I didn’t have that much of a drinking problem and that quitting is a significant overreaction. My brother came to visit and I though it would be a good opportunity to speak about it.
Him: But you didn’t have a problem like Dad or so-and -so.
Me: I don’t want to end up with a problem like Dad or so-and-so. I was binge drinking 1 to 2 bottles of wine at least twice a week, drinking more than the recommended amount most other nights and the last time I drank I fell over and gave myself concussion for a week. I would go out intending to have two drinks and wake up the next day with no memory past the sixth drink. I think most reasonable people would call that problematic.
Him: yeah, but you could just cut back.
Me: that’s what I was trying to do when I fell over and knocked myself out. Didn’t seem like a spectacular success.
Another friend has also been questioning whether the quitting is necessary. These conversations aren’t not making me waver, I just figure they come from a place of literally no understanding of what it is to lack control over your alcohol consumption.
I continue to love not having to try and exercise that control. It has freed up so much space in my life.