It’s unusually hot here in the UK. We aren’t used to this sort of heat. Chaos on commuter trains as heatwave hits! run the headlines. It is hard not to feel sluggish and demotivated. And some bad, wine bottle thoughts hung heavy in the air as I shopped this morning.
First things first, though: I got through last night, and am here on Day 3. Thanks for all your comments, which really boosted me. I found some olives lurking in the back of the fridge, made those mocktails and sat outside with my husband. He doesn’t know I’m on another mission, he thinks I’m trying hard not to drink in the week, so he didn’t question the mocktails. But it helped that I suggested them, because if I feel like drinking, and he suggests alcohol-free drinks, I feel rebellious and stubborn about it.
Today, I feel different, a bit worried and not so sure of myself. I 100% know that every single thing I do is improved with no alcohol in my system: all the decisions I make, sleep, reading before bed, interacting with the kids, with my husband – and I haven’t made a ranty call to my poor sister-in-law. And yet (I should have called this blog And Yet, I use that phrase so often), the perfect, chilled, one glass of something haunts me. It is total madness.
Only midday, so the cravings haven’t hit me yet. But when they do, will I be ready?