New sobriety record! 15 consecutive days without alcohol and 127 without weed, pot, marijuana, maryjane, OG Kush, edibles, vape, nothing, nada. And I had yet another tempting run in with weed again this morning. Temptation abounds, but I’m staying the course.
Zero ; 15’er ; M: 165 ; C: 127 ; P/U: 75 ; W: 4 mi
No Weigh In – Mountains
From here I can see a clear path to 20 days (that would take me through a Sober Thanksgiving) and possibly to 21, which would mark my first “Thrice Lucky”.
No Marijuana, Little Alcohol
A few months ago this gauntley would have proven a very tall task. I couldn’t have imagined any level of sobriety six months ago, even though I knew full well that my gray area drinking was bordering on alcoholism.
As I embark on my 16th day of alcohol sobriety, I’ve noticed that Drinkie continues to quiet down. I spent two nights in the mountains with beer in the fridge and didn’t drink a single one. And I wasn’t even tempted to crack one open. Yet, I upped the ante and before I knew it, weed smoke was wafting through every corner of my cabin. But I didn’t smoke any, nor was I tempted. I would say I passed both the weed and beer tests with flying colors.
With weed completely out of my psyche and my life, I continue to focus on further reducing my alcohol intake.
Getting Pulled Down Into The Weed(s)
I was feeling confident and clear as Stan and I were cleaning the cabin in preparation for leaving. I grabbed some dish towels to toss in the washing machine and as I passed Stan on the stairs, he pulled something out of his bag and said, “Hey, check out the new case I got to keep my weed in.”
In his hand, he held a small gray case. Stan unzipped it and lifted the flap, revealing a blue plastic medicine bottle filled with pot, a small water pipe (bong), a lighter, and other assorted paraphernalia.
Seeing all of this weed and pot smoking gear without any warning created the involuntary reaction of my mouth watering. Then the smell of weed and stale bong water hit me in my nose with the force of Mike Tyson’s fist.
It was a little much and totally out of left field. I thought we were passed all of the weed related stuff. But, Stan didn’t mean anything by it. Afterall, how many times had we shared stuff like this over the years? This whole me not smoking weed thing is still new to him. There’s going to be an adjustment period. It’s only natural. Besides, the Pavlovian response was mild, I only noticed it because I’m so highly attuned to it.
I guess he noticed my reaction because he said, “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” and quickly slapped the lid shut, zipped the case, and stuffed it back into his bag.
I told him not to worry about it and that I thought his new case was cool.
“Makes smoking weed on the go exceptionally convenient,” I laughed as I continued upstairs to deposit the dish clothes in the laundry.
“Yup,” he agreed, “It certainly does.”
This book by Neal Pollack is a fun, satirical, and at times, very sober, look marijuana addiction & recovery
