So I’m back navigating those early days of sobriety. Days 1 and 2 don’t seem so bad, the memory of feeling rough still fresh, but I know it gets much more difficult in the next few days, and I am determined to get through these difficult patches this time. I know I always say I am determined, but I’ve got to keep saying it, and believing it – and actually trying to do it.
I was playing in a concert last night so drinking wasn’t an option (although some people do drink in the interval), and I was able to appreciate the good night’s sleep I had after Friday night’s dreadful one. I was still smarting from my husband’s comments about my being belligerent after my Friday wine, but it is partly his reaction which is making me want to be sober.
I counted 100 days ahead in my diary to see where I need to get to for the 100 day challenge. It seemed an impossibly long time away, towards the end of June. June! I won’t project that far ahead; I also won’t worry yet about our holiday in a couple of weeks, when we are meeting up with a whole bunch of boozy friends and I have no idea how I’m going to manage that yet.
No, I’ll just think about the rest of today, the rest of Day 2, and how I’m going to manage that.