Morning all. It's lovely to read all your messages. I only really have time to come on at the weekend, and, tbh, Thurs/Fri/Sat nights were the only days I drank so on weekdays it isn't on my mind.
There's lots to comment on all your posts but I should be packing to move house so I'll leave that for another time. I did want to pick up on @SillyLittleMargaret's post this morning about being able to say "no, I don't drink" when asked in a professional setting. This made me laugh as I can't wait for my next nurse's appointment so I can say the same to that question after years of shaving off units😂
Last night was interesting, I could have easily been sitting here with a shameful hangover. I went to an organised fireworks event with DH and the kids. I remember booking the tickets and being SO excited because there was a bar. We had discussed getting a taxi so we could both have a drink as it was inconceivable not to. Going to a family friendly event and being able to drink?! An opportunity not to be missed!
It was mobbed, and when we first arrived I clocked so many people walking around with pints of lager: young Mums with pushchairs, groups of guys, men with their families or friends. I was surrounded and felt a pang of envy. The FOMO was real. It initially consumed my thoughts, until I talked myself out of it. I started to look at them with a tinge of pity as they were a slave to the booze.
We had a great night. Then it was time to go home and I started to think about the bottle of prosecco I still had in the house. My brain had automatically switched to "Right, it's time to head home and relax" (aka open the booze). It was my treat to myself after going to event and not drinking. There was an internal struggle as I debated just going "fuck it", as I so often had in the past when attempting to cut down.
Instead of following those thoughts I put it out my mind. In the car on the way home I blasted music I used to dance to at raves. I love that music. But it is synonymous with heavy partying, much alcohol and other substances. I danced in the car like a maniac (as much as one can sitting down!) and paid attention to how my body felt as I enjoyed the music. It was glorious. I think I could even go to a rave now and enjoy that freedom of letting yourself go to music. Granted I'd be knackered after 1 song and would need a massive disco nap beforehand!
It reminded me of when you dance to music in the kitchen when no one's watching, you've not been drinking, and you've just let yourself go with the music. I throw myself around to music often without booze and my kids look at me like I'm off my rocker, as they did last night when I danced at the fireworks display to the music blasting from the fairground rides 😂My point is that we DO feel those good things without alcohol.
I had blast and no alcohol was consumed. Junipermarten 1, Alcohol Nil.