While I was doing my 30 day challenge, I wrote a post on my blog every day. I enjoyed it, and I needed it. The support I found here was amazing. Since ‘falling’ at 42 days, I haven’t written so much, and I’ve missed it. Oddly, I haven’t had a drink since then, and on that Sunday I only had one drink – and yet, I stopped counting days, the sky caved in, and I felt I’d failed.
Here we are on Friday night, and the idea of drinking still feels strange to me. When I did 60 days earlier this year, I then went back to drinking straight away. I stuck my head in a bottle and sank. This time, it’s been completely different: I’ve carried on being sober, despite my one drink fall from grace.
My husband always wanted me to try a more moderate approach. Maybe it is the knowledge that moderation isn’t really a possibility for me which is keeping me from opening that bottle. I’m not sure what is going to happen this evening – Friday evening – but I am interested that something in me is stopping me from quaffing.