Afternoon all, how are we? Enjoying the sunshine? It's clouded over here in London, but still very warm, so been out in the garden with the puppy.
Stupidly just had a glass of wine. Going to conduct a mini experiment. I know a lot of us struggle to stop once we have started, and I am probably the guiltiest of that. I am going to see how long it takes for me to have a second glass. Or if I can just stick to one... I shall report back... Why is it that some people literally cannot just say 'oooh just the one or two glasses', why do I feel the need to continue until I black out? Perhaps something intrinsic in brain wiring? (Ponders).
elba well done for being AF last night, hope you enjoyed waking up hangover and guilt free! Once again, I completely recognise the same things you describe experiencing, ie feeling detached and anxious by the end of the day. Obviously don't get that if I have been AF for a few days, and I love that. Not worrying about when to get wine on the way home, not trying to remember which shop I have visited most recently and then alternating it so they don't think I am shock horror a raving alkie. I know that they judge me anyway, when I womble in, trying to look nonchalant as I peruse the wine aisle, and then grab what ever is on offer, politely decline the offer of a carrier bag and put it straight into my special 'can hold at least three bottles' bag that I have emptied especially so that the bottles will fit.... The amount of times I have made small talk about fictitious parties that I will be attending that evening, and that no, it isn't all for me (tinkly laugh), even mixing and matching the colours of wine eg. Two white and one red to try and make it look believable... (I don't even like red wine!), and so that I know there will be some left over for the next day. It's a mindfuck, all the careful planning and plotting... Such a waste of energy that could be put to better use elsewhere... If I dedicated as much time to my life/friends/work etc as I do to my drinking, I could probably be prime minister by now! (Scary thought).
Sorry, that was long. I am going to think about the fact that I had four AF days this week, so it's not that I can't do it. I guess it's the self destruct thing that we all seem to have (to varying degrees). Oh what I would give to be 'normal'.
In other news, boyfriend left me a ridiculous answerphone message last night at 2.45am, clearly pissed out of his skull, that he can't remember leaving. He is coming home in two weeks and will be staying here with me until we try and find a place to rent or something. This is not good news, as we enable each other. He drinks, a lot. I can count on one hand the number of times he has had an AF day since we have been together. That's bad. Although I can't blame him, as I thought that while he was away, I would be AF, lose two stone and be all zen like and sober. Clearly that didn't happen, apart from the sick bug enforced AF. So basically I only have myself to blame.
Sorry, this is long and rambling. Feel free not to read it! It's just cathartic to get things written down I guess. Third anniversary of my dad's death on Friday
always puts me in a dark place. Just found out my ex is engaged, got to go to a baby shower tomorrow, and I am stuck here, at my mums, like some sort of overgrown teenager. Huh.
Right, enough of the self pity, I am off to play with my puppy, she is enough to cheer anyone up.
elba I hope you are enjoying the food and wine event, lovely day for it. ma congrats on your bargain! Hi claret, baby and everyone else, will hope you are ok. Love to all you lovely lot.