It’s the morning of Day 5 AF.  I don’t usually post in the mornings because how can you call yourself quit drinking for 5 days when day 5  has JUST BEGUN?  I didn’t post yesterday & I am waiting on traffic to die down before I go to work (so I have time to kill) & I feel reasonably confident I will make it through this 5th sober day so I am leaping out into the blog-o-sphere with a morning post.

The first first time I quit drinking, a few years ago, I remember going to dinner with the hubs, the kid, and friend of kid.  Hubs had wine at dinner.  I was so jealous.  So bitter in my perusal of the menu to find a replacement, treat beverage. I ordered some sickly sweet coffee thing that was wholly unsatisfying.  Last night, hubs and I went out to dinner and then to a concert.  I had a lovely cup  of tea at dinner.  I used honey (which I usually avoid because it does not make the tea sweet enough for my tastes). It was really yummy.  Hubs had some drink in a copper cup, never a draw to me so no worries there.  There was beer at the concert, lots of it, and hubs had some.  I didn’t have anything and didn’t really miss it.

The difference is I feel better AF and very much appreciate feeling better.  Maybe this is just a factor of aging.  I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night & if I drink, I will.  I don’t want to have to pee, need lots of water, and have a racing mind at 2:00 a.m. All of that inevitably happens when I drink.  I like waking up feeling refreshed and showing up at work non-bleary eyed, non-stuffy, non-headachy.  It’s different this time because I appreciate the positives of sobriety more than I miss the drinking.  And when I think about missing the drinking, I think about what it will cost me to drink.  Plus, staying quit is easier than starting to be quit.  I don’t know why it is hard to get up the nerve to have a Day 1.  It is though.  I’m going to try to hang on to this one.

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