Day 96 – Inviting Good Ol’ Drinkie For A Chat
I find that the more I let go of alcohol and marijuana addiction, the greater the gravity I feel pulling me forward. I feel less anchored in the past or badgered by The Judge.
Days 94 & 95 – A Pound of Flesh Brings Redemption
I am resolved that there will be no drinking until after Thanksgiving, preferably not until after achieving my first Thrice Lucky and weighing less than 200 pounds. That’s the goal anyway. It’s the redemption I need right now.
Days 92 & 93 – Desperate and Distracted In My Unquieted Mind
Drinkie loves to ride in on the coattails of distraction. So does his new friend, Snackie (my new pet name for addiction transfer). Before I know it, I’m craving ice cold beer and candy bars!
Day 91 – Here Comes The Hate. My Weight Is Up And Down and All Around.
Here we go again! My damn scale is the honesty master! I’m two pounds up, two pounds down. My weight is bouncing up and down and all around. It’s like follow the bouncing friggin’ ball!
Day 90 – There’s Nothing To Hate Here
So, here I’ve arrived at the point where I no longer love drinking. And I don’t hate my new evolving relationship with alcohol, either. It’s fair to say I now have a love – hate relationship with drinking and sobriety.