Another day has arrived and I’m feeling good. Today is my day 7, it’s 7:32 am and I am lying in bed feeling kinda sleepy, but refreshed. This is new, for a Sunday morning 🙂 I like it!
As I mentioned before, Saturday nights are the hardest for me. So last night I went for dinner and a movie with my boyfriend in the early evening, which was fun. I had plans to watch a film with my mother and sister afterward. He was meeting some friends of ours in the pub after we ate, and asked me would I come, but I reminded him of my plans with my family. This was absolutely no problem, and never would be, and I jumped into a cab and and went home. I did feel a slight tinge of want when I thought about them all having fun and drinking in my favourite pub, but to be honest it wasn’t a big deal and I forgot about it very quickly. Obstacle one, tick. Onto obstacle two.
So when we were all watching the film together, my mother and sister were drinking white wine. My favourite. I had mentioned earlier in the week that I didn’t plan on drinking for a while, and they didn’t offer me any wine. They don’t know how I’m feeling about my relationship with alcohol, so I couldn’t expect them to not drink around me. Well, they don’t know that I think I have ‘a problem’. Anyway, it was just fine and I didn’t feel the need to have any. I just supped on some herbal tea and didn’t think about it. By the time the film was over, I was pretty sleepy and ended up going to bed shortly after. All in all a nice evening, and I found it easy to navigate. I didn’t want to drink, and for once both my drunk and sober brain were on the same page. Fantastic.
I definitely think it helps that I mentioned to my family and my boyfriend that I don’t want to drink anymore. I said that I’m just sick of it, and how it makes me feel. They completely understand and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal, or any deal at all to them. They know that I’ve felt like this for some time, as I’ve shared how anxious and depressed I feel after a ‘big night out’. I haven’t mentioned the blackouts, just kind of referred to them, because I don’t want to frighten them. But I’ve told them enough. So now that they’re not expecting me to drink, it’s another barrier to my drinking, as I’ll have to explain myself if I do decide to. Which I don’t want to do. As I read here before, nothing bad ever came of not drinking. And, more to the point, I have never ever in my life woken up and wished I’d drank the night before. That’s something I’ll have to remember.
Wishing you all a happy Sunday!