Today is just one day, but I can say I made it through. I think that’s as intense as I’ve ever felt about wanting to just drink, without heading straight to the store and making it happen.
Indeed, it did pass.
I blogged and received some awesome support. I walked in the rain with my dog to get more sparkling water, and when I got back, I went to the gym in my building and erged (rowing machine) HARD for 20 minutes while listening to The Bubble Hour and Holly Whitaker and Laura McKowen’s Home Podcast. I showered, made some Sleepytime tea, and now I’ll read a bit before sleeping. I’m completely mellowed out. The danger has passed.
I skipped seeing some amazing music tonight because I just couldn’t trust myself at a nightclub, but that’s okay. I’ll have more chances to great music when I’m feeling more solid on my own two sober feet. And it will be worth it.
Phew. I’ve heard about the tough days and that was tough. But now with my dog sleeping at my feet and at 10:30 pm I’m still sober, I’m grateful I made it through.
And now for a little Allen Carr. I want to see what all the hubbub is about.