The perks outweigh the negatives when it comes to putting down the bottle for good. I’ll always remember the fact that I was petrified of missing out if I quit drinking. Come to find that I was missing out during the years I was. I was always too hungover to follow through with plans. I had to continuously make up stories as to how I got bruises and scabs. I surrounded myself with people who (I thought) were worse alcoholics than I was, just to make myself feel better. I slept and ate like shit, couldn’t sustain any sort of relationship, and my cheeks were covered in spider veins. That’s no way to live. Every day now I have a reason to be happy. If I can’t find one then I’m happy enough that I stayed sober. Happy Monday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
Being stubborn usually doesn’t serve me too well but when it comes to proving that I can and will do something, it does. I crushed truth or dare back in the day. My sister and I compare my determination to a Jack Russell terrier. Try telling one of them to give up. You’ll get a bit of push back. When staying sober seemed impossible I’d think of the people who support me…but mostly about the people who didn’t believe it. I’ll show them😂! I talked with an old friend for the holidays and he told me how impressed he was that I haven’t had a drink in a few years. He said, “I can’t believe the girl who would get as drunk as she possibly could (in high school) and then drive all over town, can actually be sober”. It actually IS unbelievable. But you better believe that if I can do it, you can too. And I can wake up on a Sunday morning and not bury under the covers to hide from whatever I’d done or said last night. Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
If you’re like we are, you’ve ruined a few holidays. Or more than a few. The dread that I’d wake up with on Christmas mornings after getting annihilated on the Eve was horrific. The kids would wake up excited about Santa and I’d be nursing a hangover and pissed that I wasn’t sleeping. Not great mom moments. One year I told the young son of a good friend that there was no Santa. I can’t take back those times. I can remember them and not ever repeat them. We repeat what we don’t repair. At least I do. So on this Christmas Eve just allow yourself to relax and enjoy what you’ve got. If you’re sober, that’s the best gift we can ever give or receive. Make memories you will remember. I’ve never regretted NOT drinking. Happy Christmas Eve, sober family! Keep it simple today.
I never liked to hear or read that drunken words are sober thoughts. If that were the case, I’d be a mean, judgmental, narcissistic as$hole. My drunk words told me and everyone else that I needed help. Alcohol could flip a switch that made me this way. It didn’t make me smarter or sexier or graceful. It highlighted my insecurities and “helped” me show everyone who cared about me that I wasn’t me anymore. Not after drink #6 at least. The person I am when the switch flips to a black out isn’t the person I was raised to be. I became more like Satan’s spawn. I don’t let anyone change who I am or what I do and say- so why would I let alcohol have that power? Happy Monday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
We get messages all the time from people who ask for advice on how not to drink. Just a few years ago, I’d have told them – don’t ask me! My car steers itself to the liquor store on a daily! No matter how much I promised myself I wouldn’t, I always did. I ran into a guy I used to see at the CVS where I’d sometimes buy wine (I switched up the places I’d buy it from so the workers didn’t think I drank every day 🙄- not that they cared) and he said, “did you quit drinking or something? I never see you.” Um well yep. I did. And I had to change the route I drive home so I wasn’t tempted. I also had to work out, nap, clean, take bubble baths, and make about a million coffees. Just to get that voice out of my head. Move a muscle, change a thought. Or message us. We get it, we’ve lived it, we know it. And we were OVER IT. You’re not alone. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
Alcohol never made anything better for us. Never. That’s not to say we didn’t have fun any time we drank. Somehow the fun washed away after the fifth or sixth drink. Or so I’ve heard. When the party stopped for most of my friends I kept going. My off switch is faulty. I knew it was becoming obvious so I did what we do. Switched up where I got my alcohol, did most of my drinking alone, drank before and after a drinking event, always had a few roadies to travel even five minutes down the road. And the guilt and shame when I woke up was debilitating. I was petrified to check my phone because who knew what I’d see? I had to get in an elevator with my boss when I was hungover once. I sucked in and held my breath for the 7 floor ride so she wouldn’t smell the alcohol. 😂 Too bad it was coming out of my pores…on a daily. So if your week sucks, just remember- at least it doesn’t suck like that. Happy Thursday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
I used to crave attention. If I couldn’t get it by doing the right thing then I’d do the wrong one. I was like a student in a class who always gets in trouble, just to get attention- it didn’t matter if it was positive or negative. At least I was the center. That was my identity for so long it was hard to escape the persona I’d built. On the flip side, the days I was hungover were days I didn’t want anyone to look at me at all. I’ll stay in bed, thank you very much. Don’t call or text, especially if it’s to tell me how wasted I got. I was one of two people. Drunk and annnnnoying, or hungover, anxious, and hiding. I still love attention but today it’s for making people smile or being there for a friend. I don’t need to make sure the world knows what I’m up to. It really doesn’t matter as long as I’m being true to myself, kind to others, and honest…which is possible only if I don’t pick up the bottle. It’s worth it. Happy Tuesday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
To say I lived in guilt and shame while I was drinking is an understatement. I’d pretend that it didn’t bother me when people told me what I did the night before. I’d pretend I wasn’t hungover – I’d show them how ok I am! The thing is, I think we (heavy drinkers) are self-conscious and more sensitive than we let on. I drank to become more confident and it turned on me 😡. So what did I do to make it all go away? Drinnnnnkkkkkk. The cycle of drunk, hungover, ashamed, and anxious continued on a loop. I think it’s good to feel bad about fu€king up. We have to deal with consequences from our actions. I don’t think it’s good to beat yourself up over mistakes you made while drinking. We can’t live in that type of shame. We choose to remember our mistakes so we don’t repeat them, but also to practice self – love. We f up. Everyone does. My sis and I turned that pain into hope. Trust me, if we can do it, anyone can. Love yourself a little more today. ❤️
Happy Sunday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
Have you ever stayed in a relationship that you knew didn’t serve you but it was easier than dealing with a break-up? My sis and I have. More often than I’d care to admit. It was the same with alcohol before we quit. It never treated us the way we deserved to be treated. Our intuitions screamed at us to just be DONE. Our friends and family hated it. We’d lie about what we were doing and where we were going just to get them off our backs. We’d make a final decision to dump it and break our promises to ourselves. Over and over and over again. It’s not easy to say goodbye to anything or anyone that you’ve spent a lot of days, weeks, and months with. It’ll try to come crawling back. When it does, remember this. Anytime we tried to get back together after a break-up (with a person or alcohol) it ended worse than the original break-up. If it’s not good for you, you already know it. We’re all too bada$s for anyone or anything to dim our sparkle. Happy Saturday, sober family! Keep it simple today.
There was never a good time to quit drinking. Not in January because it’s cold outside, duh. Not in February because I’ll NEED a drink for Valentine’s Day (when I’m single I’ll drink double and when I’m not I’m drinking on a romantic date – well at least I’d be drinking)
Not in March because COME ON! St. Patty’s Day! That would be an abomination.
Not in April because that’s my birthday month. From May to August who could quit?! It’s Summertime!
Not in September because school starts and we’ll all need a drink for that.
Not in October because of Halloween specials at the bars.
Not in November or December – family holidays sober can’t be good.
I made every excuse you could imagine to justify not quitting. I still don’t know why I was so scared to live my best life. Hope you’re all living yours. Happy Wednesday, sober family! Keep it simple today!