I wasn’t planning to write a post today; but I can’t help it! I’ve got so used to it! Day 31 and I feel quite strange. I was really touched by the mass of supportive comments yesterday – and every day! And I read and absorbed every single one. Please believe me when I say that I take all your words to heart, and I really think carefully about them.
When I looked at the 30 days idea from about 10 days into it, I imagined myself cracking open the champers as I dotted the i on my last post. In fact, as I went to bed on Day 30 and woke up on Day 31, I was struck by how much I wanted to continue with my sober plan. Sure, the idea of a g & t is still lurking, but it seems to be in the shadows, rather than in the sunlight. I was in London earlier today, and glimpsed two men having pints of beer at midday in a pub. Nothing strange about that, but the idea of someone choosing to drink a whole pint of anything at midday suddenly seemed completely ridiculous. That’s what I’m feeling today: that drinking alcohol is ridiculous!
I won’t get too excited. I might well be back on the cravings path tomorrow, but today I feel good.