7 days. Or 7 nights.
How did it go? Fine, really fine.
There were a few traps during that first week.
First, a weekly meeting at my home, meeting in which I introduced the “let’s have a drink and snacks” thing a few weeks ago. This time I was late, and one of the buddies had brought a bottle… I declined, explained why, and that was ok. No pushing, no oh just a little bit, nothing. Small victory, but victory…
Second, Thursday lunch in a bar, as every week. The barmaid asked what I wanted to drink : “Perrier, please”, and I heard a few meters away “smells like blood testing!”, I confirmed, we all laugh, and that was it. I said to the barmaid who was pouring wine for a customer 40 cm from my nose: “You see, I look at the wine and nothing, not the smallest craving”.
Third, Thursday night (and Friday too), I was alone in a house that I don’t like, in the cold, I was quite afraid because for a few decades now, when I’m there, I’m drinking (and way too much). It was a little strange, but I was motivated, and managed to stay sober. Just had to go to bed very early to trick myself into “it’s too late now”, and it worked.
Some thoughts from that past week: I’m hungry one hour before dinner, and in my mind it means “have a drink, man”. I have to switch to another state of mind. I should be eating less but one thing at a time.
The most important for now, I’m quite proud, and in the morning my thoughts are a lot clearer …
See you in a few days for an update!
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