Dragging my feet on Day 2. I’ve had more of a spring in my step in past attempts and feel weighed down by the tasks I set myself at the moment. But I know, I absolutely know, I’ve got to push through these first few days and get some ‘traction’ (as Belle suggested – it’s a good word).
I am pleased to have got to Day 2, as I have been drinking daily for a couple of weeks. But tonight my husband is away, and I can feel all the danger signs swarming around me. I’m on a train at the moment, and had been thinking about getting some wine on my way home, but looked down at my phone to discover a message from someone I’d met in a meeting. The timing was spookily apt, a sign from somewhere that I should go straight home and get on with some sensible tasks.
But I must admit, I do feel alone.