poodle welcome! I found myself where you were also, anxiety, shakes..urgh! Anyway, day 7 for me and am feeling great. Have some other stuff to deal with (I am a spend thrift and have managed somehow to fritter away huge amounts without husband knowing!) but nothing challenging was made easier with a drink in me, and saving all that money I would have been pouring down my throat like a fish, helps a lot.
Luckily, the body and liver especially, repairs itself if you let it and by bein off it, we are letting it so kudos to you (and us!).
baby loved loved loved your post. Please stay with us and you are right, one thing at a time...
whistle I've also told everyone I'm off it. In a jokey "God I was pickled over the holidays...time to get off it for a while and let the old liver recover"...kinda way. But it is the truth. The real truth is that I can't moderate and not having to have the same fucking fight with myself over and over again is so refreshing. I'm just not drinking at the moment.
No one can quite believe it, especially as I've got this party to host tomorrow night!
My good gin and tonic arrived today, love Amazon Prime! So the girls will be happy with that.
I'm actually getting some other stuff done too, now that I'm not all fuggy from the hangover. I've asked a local company who specialise in the area I qualified in if they have any vacancies at the moment. My littlest is in nursery three days a week and, along with my prolific spending of my husband's money (I know, I know, it's our money, but I feel how I feel) has made me want to get back to work and financially contribute to the household as opposed to draining it.
I cannot for the life of my find my CV so will have to draft one from scratch (argh! help!) but that's ok. New start etc.
Anyway, I digress. My point is I am not just existing or surviving. I am living and planning. I am beginning to become pro-active (procrastination, much?!) - I am thinking about the future, not just getting through the fucking day so I can crack a bottle at 5...4.45...4.30pm...!
Sleep is better. Much more patient parenting. Easier to get out in the morning. Not necking 1200 calories in liquid from 6 - 12...not passing out on the couch or in bed. Improved relations with the husband, in and out of the bed as we go to bed at the same time. My weight will follow for sure but I am eating too many biccies at the mo. But picking my battles!
Good luck babes, keep on keeping on my loves. Every day brings a better way of living. I promise. Alcohol never brings anything positive to our lives. It is a thief of dignity, time, patience, health...name it.