The Sobriety Paradox
To be sober, to me, means sobriety in all things. And I’ll know when I arrive because I’ll finally be free. Truly.
Days 66 & 67 – The Guaranteed Zapping of Beer Bloat
Now that I have quantified the outsized impact a single night of drinking and debauchery can have on my body, I’ve been legitimately scared sober.
Have I Discovered Alcohol’s Middle Way?
I continued, “To that point, I hadn’t had a drink in 28 days, since my day after Thanksgiving debacle. I was having a perfect sober December to remember, but then suddenly, here I was, thoroughly disappointed about our canceled trip. Without a second thought, I tossed all my sober aspirations out the window. Christmas Eve would have been day 29.”
Day 48 – Drowning in a Swirling Sea of Emotion
I have to admit, quite embarrassingly, that during the hundreds of nights we spent in the mountains playing for hours on end, I was binge drinking myself stupid. So much of the creativity and character development came as a result of me drinking beer the entire time. And it worked, because once I was a few beers deep, I completely let go and became a child again myself.
Day 106 – Weight Timing Is No Longer of The Essence
There is no doubt that this episode has been and continues to be the toughest weight loss slog of my life. But, while slow, it is steadily moving in the right direction. And that would be DOWN.