Hellow all! I didn't write yesterday, but boy did I read! All very interesting.
Yes, I agree alcohol affects everyone, but that some people really can be moderate drinkers. As somebody said here, if you have to think about moderating, you can't. The people who CAN moderate are the people who DO moderate, completely naturally. They don't have to plan it, they don't have to think about it. They just do it.
It seems most of us are not those sort of wonderful beings and have come to realize this only through long and painful experience. However, realizing this, and finally accepting it, seems to have made the AF path easier for many. If you know in your soul you are not able to moderate, then any time you take a drink, you are admitting you are going to get drunk. This is where you cannot get out of taking the responsibility for what you do-- you KNOW what the consequences of your actions will be, and when you take those actions, you take the responsibility for those consequences.
Unfortuantely, I drank last night. I know I can't moderate, but as there was not very much alcohol available, I convinced myself it was under control and a one-time thing. Well, it was under control, in the sense that no matter how much I wanted another drink after the alcohol was gone, there was no way for me to get any, so I went to bed instead, slightly inebriated, not satisfied, and full of remorse. (All known consequences, so I take full responsibility).
I'm not sure why I did this, as I did not have a strong urge-- but I'm wondering if it was a subconscious effort to strengthen my resolve before the holiday festivities hit full on... to remind myself-- to give myself a recent reminder of why I don't want to drink and how it really feels when you do drink.
Anyway, it's over and done with. I had a gruesome night of regret, remorse, and general self-loathing. This morning I'm feeling very positive... like, yeh, maybe I needed that bang on the ol'cranium to keep me in line. That's OK, it makes me feel even better and more determined about not drinking during these holidays. Is this strange?
Anyway, to lighten things up, here's a little doggy joke:
A blind man with a seeing eye dog at his side walks into a grocery store. The man walks to the middle of the store, picks up the dog by the tail, and starts swinging the dog around in circles over his head.
The store manager sees this and decides to find out what's going on. He approaches the blind man swinging the dog and says, "Pardon me. May I help you with something."
The blind man says, "No thanks. I'm just looking around."
Yes, I agree alcohol affects everyone, but that some people really can be moderate drinkers. As somebody said here, if you have to think about moderating, you can't. The people who CAN moderate are the people who DO moderate, completely naturally. They don't have to plan it, they don't have to think about it. They just do it.
It seems most of us are not those sort of wonderful beings and have come to realize this only through long and painful experience. However, realizing this, and finally accepting it, seems to have made the AF path easier for many. If you know in your soul you are not able to moderate, then any time you take a drink, you are admitting you are going to get drunk. This is where you cannot get out of taking the responsibility for what you do-- you KNOW what the consequences of your actions will be, and when you take those actions, you take the responsibility for those consequences.
Unfortuantely, I drank last night. I know I can't moderate, but as there was not very much alcohol available, I convinced myself it was under control and a one-time thing. Well, it was under control, in the sense that no matter how much I wanted another drink after the alcohol was gone, there was no way for me to get any, so I went to bed instead, slightly inebriated, not satisfied, and full of remorse. (All known consequences, so I take full responsibility).
I'm not sure why I did this, as I did not have a strong urge-- but I'm wondering if it was a subconscious effort to strengthen my resolve before the holiday festivities hit full on... to remind myself-- to give myself a recent reminder of why I don't want to drink and how it really feels when you do drink.
Anyway, it's over and done with. I had a gruesome night of regret, remorse, and general self-loathing. This morning I'm feeling very positive... like, yeh, maybe I needed that bang on the ol'cranium to keep me in line. That's OK, it makes me feel even better and more determined about not drinking during these holidays. Is this strange?
Anyway, to lighten things up, here's a little doggy joke:
A blind man with a seeing eye dog at his side walks into a grocery store. The man walks to the middle of the store, picks up the dog by the tail, and starts swinging the dog around in circles over his head.
The store manager sees this and decides to find out what's going on. He approaches the blind man swinging the dog and says, "Pardon me. May I help you with something."
The blind man says, "No thanks. I'm just looking around."
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