Day 5 and heading into Saturday evening. I had been feeling quite smug, enjoying these few sober days and thinking how easy it all was. Having tried this before, I should know that around Day 5 I often hit a major low point. Well, I’m hitting it. I’ve started to feel cross and grumpy, and am snapping at my poor family. I know I just need to push through these next few days, but the old feelings are starting to creep back in. Wow, talk about a broken record.
When I gave up for a few weeks in the Autumn, one of my local friends asked me why I was doing it. ‘No one will give you a medal,’ she said. I don’t think she meant it meanly; but I have often dwelt on it since. It’s not that I want a medal – of course I don’t – but I wonder why her comment keeps coming back to me?
Thank you for all your helpful comments yesterday, and for ideas of how to get through Friday. Always on the look out for tips, I’d be grateful for some Saturday night ones. I’ve done this before, but it all still feels brand new, and I’m still a novice. A grumpy novice.