Five. That is how many days I had down. Five. The number of draft Coors Lights I had Saturday night during my birthday shindig. I should feel bad, but I don’t surprisingly. Having those few drinks was eye opening for me. And here is why….
When I had that first sip I figured that I would have that “Oh I have missed you, you luscious favorite suds of mine”. But to my surprise it was as gratifying as drinking a cup of water. This was a good turn of events. It showed me that I had not missed it as much as I thought I would.
I was more conscious of the amount of beer I was drinking. I usually would count the amount of beers and if it was a night out I usually lost track. But that night I had five. I am 100% sure of it. And I also drank the crap out of some water.
I realized while there, and with a buzz, that I probably would have had a better time if I did not drink. This is huge for me, as I always thought I NEEDED to have a buzz to have fun. Quite the opposite. Weird.
I had the WORST hangover yesterday and I was pissed about it. I was pissed because I only had five beers AND I drank water. I was bummed that my entire Sunday was spent nursing said dumb hangover. The only plus side is that I got to take a nap, which I never do.
On a side note, Sunday used to be the day to start drinking at one and stopped when I went to bed, since football was on all day. Drinking was the last thing that I wanted to do, and not just from having a hangover.
So I write this blog today to say that I do not feel bad for breaking my non drinking streak. It let me know that I am not missing out on much. It let me know that every once in a while I can have a drink socially and I will not pick up a 12 pack on the way home to continue drinking. It also let me know that I am a strong person who just needs to keep up the good work. My brain (and liver) grow stronger by the day. Today I have to say that I am dang pretty proud of myself.
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