Well the miracle continues. Last night I went shopping for stuff to cook dinner, sashayed right down the beer aisle and got beer for my boyfriend without even a glance at my once
beloved Corona, or across the aisle to my old friend Pinot Grigio.
I just have no desire whatsoever to drink. My stomach churns at the thought of it. I guess my last episode was my breaking point, judging from how I'm doing now. Seems that before there was always a little voice in the back of my mind saying "maybe one or two when you get better".
Somehow I've finally internalized the fact that I cannot drink, or I guess more precisely that I can, if I'm ready to pay the heavy price for the consequences. Alcohol + me= sheer lunacy. Not a good combination.
I hope everyone has a good productive AF week. Enjoy the freedom!
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