It's been 37 days without a drink and it's actually been pretty easy. It's a little unsettling how easy it has been, I'm sure there will be days but it's getting easier each week. It feels longer than it's actually been.
I had a rough nite last week when everything work and home was rubbish, it was about 8pm and I poured a small whiskey on ice......yip I did....and it was gross, I threw the very expensive whiskey down the sink, not because I realised what I had done and that I didn't want to fail myself by drinking but because it tasted horrible. I honestly did not like the taste and didn't want it.
I felt like enjoying the flavour of a drink and the small relaxing feeling but the actual taste was really horrible. So it was a strange thing, in the past I'd have drunk it and enjoyed it so that's weird and good too.
I've just started doing a course on mindfulness which I'm loving, it's essentially mediation but one that makes more sense than it has in the past.
So everything is pretty good at the moment :)
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