Day 90 – Just call me Gloria Gaynor

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified” I survived!!! the night…. which is a relief as I’m officially on day 90. Last night my mum shared these gems with me over a 4 hour period: I shouldn’t eat so much pasta (after she dishes up a massive bowl of spag bol for me). It’sContinue reading “Day 90 – Just call me Gloria Gaynor”

Day 12 – the beer in the fridge

I know some people refer to the cravings and the voice inside their head as the “wine witch”. To me it feels like a dark swarmy cloud, pushing against my skin, with words of temptation whispering on a breeze inside my ear. Yesterday the cloud seemed to have bursts of sunshine in. I think IContinue reading “Day 12 – the beer in the fridge”

Day 11 – am I addicted to Jason Vale?

I’m finding the Jason Vale book on quitting alcohol fascinating. It’s such an insightful book into alcohol addiction. I’m only half way through but I’m enjoying devouring the pages. I think the reason I’m enjoying it so much is because not only is it psychologically based but he also explains what’s happening with the bodyContinue reading “Day 11 – am I addicted to Jason Vale?”

Day 10 – the rage

Today the rage has set in. I’m so flipping angry. Heaven knows what about. Obviously take it out on the long suffering hubster. I mutter at him for leaving things on the stairs. Curse whilst I make sweet potato frittas for beautiful baby. Hang washing out and practically throw it on the line. Mood improvesContinue reading “Day 10 – the rage”

Day 8- the fog hits

Cleaning the lounge yesterday I came across my big vase, where I’d kept corks of special bottles in. I was under the assumption I’d do something arty with it at one point. They’ve sat in the corner all week taunting me, “look how much money you’ve wasted”, “bet you can’t recall one night from theseContinue reading “Day 8- the fog hits”

Day 6

So Day 6, came around on a Friday. I’ve been dreading and also slightly excited about the weekend. An anticipation like the first day of school, would I survive? What activities would I do? Would a friend I was seeing on Friday night expect me to drink? How would I survive the trip to ourContinue reading “Day 6”