When I heard people say that I could go a day without drinking I thought well duh. Of course I COULD. I told myself I didn’t WANT to. So I tested it out. I told myself I wouldn’t take a drink that day. Inevitably I’d find myself drinking. How is it possible that the thought of a toxic liquid could consume my thoughts to the point of no return? The seemingly nonstop thoughts that would say:
Just have a few – no one would know.
It’s the only way to chill your anxiety.
You can stop whenever you want, you just don’t want to today.
It wasn’t really that bad.
And so on. By the way, it WAS really that bad. Maybe worse. When the thoughts don’t stop I work out. Or nap. Or eat. Or dance. I just won’t drink. The world is a better place for it, believe you me.
Happy Tuesday, sober family! Keep it simple today.