My dry January continues. I call it that for lack of a catchier title. In fact, it is 30 days which began December 27. That means it’s been 20 days.
I must say I was hoping for a bigger impact on my life. So far the only effect has been that I would really like a glass of wine, and that was pretty much the case when I started the project. I’m not sleeping any better, the headaches are about the same, I haven’t lost vast amounts of weight… what else is giving up booze supposed to do for you?
My main concern is when I start thinking, “Oh crap, X more days till I can have a glass of wine!” Then I think, “Am I obsessing over this? Maybe I DO have a problem!” Then I don’t want to write a blog post about it, because I worry all my friends and family will decide I must be an alcoholic and have one of those interventions. I wouldn’t care for that.
I confess to feeling a little sad today (Friday) as I drove home from work and realized I would not stop by a liquor store that might be having a wine tasting. Please note: I said “wouldn’t” not “couldn’t.” To not drink wine this month is a choice I make. And here’s the fun part: when I remind myself that it is a choice I made and that I choose to continue, suddenly the whole thing becomes not a problem.
It’s kind of like how I feel about running. When I think, “I SHOULD go running,” I want to whine and cry and NOT run. However, if I say, “It would be a good idea if I went running,” the next thing I know, I’m lacing up the sneakers and taking off.
Having talked myself right out of my little crisis, I’m going to call this a Lame Friday Post, hit Publish, and go back to sipping my wine glass of seltzer water and lemon. Happy Friday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 