I’m writing this in bed early this morning because everyone is still asleep and I don’t go back to work until next week. I continue to be so inspired by Sober Mummy who spoke on Radio 4 and 2 yesterday: if you haven’t already done so, check out her blog (Mummy was a secret drinker). I’ve beem blogging here on and off for a long time, but my story is very up and down, and I keep getting stuck at the obstacle course (again, see Sober Mummy’s blog), whereas she has pushed through and sounds so happy and confident: she’s amazing.
So, I am pleased to report that I am on Day 3 of Dry January. All went well yesterday and I consumed copious amounts of fizzy water and herbal teas, but that’s what I’ve got to do at the moment. I’m basically trying to push all thoughts of alcohol to the back of my mind; when I find myself thinking about it, I do something else. Sounds obvious, but I am inclined to dwell, and I’m trying not to dwell, to be more mechanical about it at the moment.
Having said that, if I do think about my drinking over the last year, I am astonished at how mindless it’s been, how I’ve let it rule me. I really had given up giving up, and it was rubbish.
This already feels so much better.