Hello everyone, hope you’re all having a restful Sunday wherever you are in the world.
So yesterday’s meal was lovely. After typing out my blog I did a quick 15 minutes of yoga and then the hubster thankfully didn’t burn
the house down the dinner. We then settled down to watch a film on Netflix (midnight in Paris, if anyone’s remotely interested).
This is where the cravings hit. I’ve read books where its described as a wine witch or a gremlin inside, urging you to drink. That little voice in your ear. For me it feels like this dark swarmy insidious cloud, swirling around inside me. Pushing against my skin and whispering temptation. I was surprised how overwhelming the urge was.
I literally had sit on my hands and turn my head away from our gin cupboard where the temptation sat. I kept repeating this was the hardest part. As soon as the film was over I urged my hubster to bed (I think he thought he was getting lucky) and turned to my phone.
Looking for confirmation I googled the good affects of a week without drinking and was surprised. Did you know you get better quality sleep, you’re better hydrated and you’re meant to have saved calories and money? In my case I’ve gone from glugging wine to what it seems snorting sugar and have already had chocolate and
a slice two slices of cake today. But that’s something I feel I can work on.
Waking up Sunday morning I feel appreciative to not have a hangover and I bound down the stairs like an eager labrador to make the gang banana pancakes. We’re attempting a hike with a 9 month old baby this afternoon, something I’d have felt too hungover for normally. Wish us luck.
I feel like tonight will be another test. I normally love a Sunday roast with a
glass bottle of red and g&ts in the garden. We are also due my step daughter (who I genuinely love dearly) tomorrow for a week and normally the night before I sleep terribly, with an unexplainable anxious knot.
The next 24 hours will be tough, but one day at a time right? And be grateful for what we have in the present. Have a fabulous Sunday
JS x (ps a photo of dinner)