So today is 6 months. 181 days I think?
I am just starting to feel glimmers of joy and happiness.
Its taken so long, my weight is going up, and I don't seem to have saved any money like most (however with interest rates rising, cossie lives I can see why - thank god there isn't any alcohol in the mix too!)
So good to see the original posters updating us, and like @needastrongone @anewyearthisyear mentioned when this post first started it was like meeting other like minded souls. I will always be grateful for those Ian Callighan posts @SwiftyFifty used to provide us with as that gave me the mental clarity to disconnect my emotional self from the alcohol withdrawal and actually see that the withdrawal was the issue and how to heal my body and the cravings in the Ian C bonkers way.
There was a question up top about how and why quitting came into fruition, for me, it took seeing one photo that was sent to me on whatsapp. And yes vanity was the final straw. I saw someone who was bloated, red faced, a stupid drunken grin on my face, I saw my mum who I havent seen or been in contact with since the age of 11 because she was an alcoholic. And I thought that's it - thats the end. The photo was taken just after xmas, where throughout that period I had drank a bottle of red every night for 3 weeks straight, along with eating all the xmas crap. The sad thing was that it was done all on my own. I had 3 weeks off work and just drank. I loved it, I looked forward to it every day, it made me feel really warm and happy knowing at 3.30pm I could open a wine, get the cheese and bread, and sit on the couch with crap tv and numb myself until 8.30pm when me and the dog would go to bed. And I did that for 21 days, until I saw the photo. (I had always drank a bottle of wine most nights, but would kid myself with trying to moderate, 5 nights out of 7 was my idea of moderating!).
And on the 6th Jan that was day 1.
I thank god I read the first 100 days post, because this is how I managed to stick with it, reading other peoples way of dealing with the first few weeks, and how they finally conquored it.
The only reason I would drink now, is if my dog passed away. I would allow myself to do that, because the alternative is that I would join him. I would need something to remove myself from the grief. I know that it won't be the best thing to do, I do know that. But I will allow it.
Anyway, on that note (sorry), to all those reading this novel I just wrote lol! and those who have always sent support, thank you so much, I only hope you feel the support too, and to those who have newly quit or still on the path to do so (or may not choose to in the end) use this forum as a way to spill your thoughts, get them out of your head, and someone will be there to respond. Heres to the next 6 months.