Well any more that is. I literally can not believe tomorrow is day 100. I’ve been blogging for 93. It feels so surreal.
At the start of the process I remember having a discussion with the lovely and wise Ainsobriety about getting rid of the alcohol in the house. I remember her suggesting it and the cold shiver of dread running down the back of my neck. What? You mean get rid of the alcohol? Like forever?
I remember panicking at the suggestion. Forever seems like such a long time. And I suppose it is. But having no alcohol in the house no longer fills me with a panicked dread.
Today I started wrapping up a whole cupboard of beautiful drinking glasses to go in the loft. They were kindly gifted from my godmother when I moved in and have gone down her family tree. Due to the sentimental value they are going to stay in the loft for a while, but won’t be taking up precious cupboard space. Instead I’m filling the cupboard with cookery (not baking-ha) books and having a move around my kitchen. I still need to clear out my gin cupboard, but I will get to that this weekend. I’m just proud I’ve started.
In other news, I slept terribly last night and ended up on the sofa. I think its hormonal. I’d promised myself I’d cut back on the sugary stuff, but after taking BB to her injections this morning I’m on the sofa with a toblerone. At least I’m keeping the promise “be kind to myself”.
So 99 days. See you tomorrow for 100.