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!
It’s almost as though Drinkie’s been gagged. I can hear his muffled voice sometimes trying to grab my attention, but his volume is so much lower he’s easy to ignore.
I’m not only not losing this money anymore, but my vice money is actually paying me!
As drinking alcohol took primary focus on the days I was imbibing, it began to supercede eating dinner. I would crack a beer open as I was walking in the garage. It was the first thing I did after parking the car in the driveway! Soon I’d be 3-5 beers in and realized I forgot to eat.
Rewiring the brain for less alcohol is a long journey that may not work for many suffering from alcohol addiction. I’m convinced that I hadn’t personally gotten all the way to full blown physical addiction before beginning my unorthodox journey.