Faire - I LOVE that conversation in your head that you had with the WW! 
It's so blurgh, the taste, the stomach churning, the smell the next day of stale wine on ones breath, yuk, I really, really hate it and only very occasionally will I drink it now.
Funny, I used to move heaven and earth to get my £3. bottle of cheap white from the offie at the top of the road when I was drinking heavily before DH and I met.
The man in the shop (and we've all been here) would always make sure that my bottle was in the fridge in a bag, ready to be paid for, 'reserved' just for me 
The thought of that now crushes me. Absolutely. How did I get into that place? How did I get into that situation and exist only on alcohol each night? Why did I exist like that?
What drove me to be that person, to numb my days out of my head?
I really don't know. Seriously, I can't tell you.
But what I can tell you is that too many times, I left my DD to go to the shop for said wine whilst she was in bed, after calling a neighbour to say 'keep an eye on the house and DD will you' whilst I toddled off to the end of the road, come back and give said friend a look as if to say 'thanks, see you tomorrow then' as she walked back over the road to her house....
What kind of mother would do that? And even leave her (DD) alone with no neighbour, one time too many - once, once is too often - so that I could get my ice cold wine.....
A young mother then with an alcohol addiction because at that time in my life, that seemed like my only friend and the only way to cope with the day in day out life of being a single mother with no support. No friends, no company once DD was asleep.
Those days, those memories scare me enough, as do others, to keep me away from the bottles of white wine so Faire - do whatever it is you need to so that that WW stays the feck away!
Good on you! xxx
It's an evil, twisted poison that makes you invincible, you are sure of that until something changes........... something slaps you in the face and you look at all of the empties, the hidden bottles, the recycling bin full, rattling as you put it out each week. That is no life is it?
Sorry to repeat what I've posted a thousand times before but when you look at the cold, harsh light of the day, and think about what it is you did or are doing, can you honestly say that you're happy or existing?
I know that is harsh, cruel even, I'm not cruel though, I'm just sharing with you how utterly shite my life was at one point.
I never want to be that Mouse again. And I know that I won't.
How? Because every day I think, there but for the grace of God go I, DD, DH and our gorgeous Nemo. :)
Happiness was never found at the bottom of a bottle or a glass.... only recycling or washing up.
My own personal food for thought after a stressful day :) xxx