1 month, 2 days
Still sober, but l find myself wanting a nice bottle of wine. I do realize that there is no such thing. "Bottle" is never a singular thing at my house. I see the recycle pile increase almost daily and I am kind of shocked that I’m not even contributing to it. My husband is drinking alone- and he does fine. But he does get on my nerves. Sometimes I wish he would have another glass of "shut the Hell up" I know that is is me, not him, so I’ll handle it. It seems it was much easier to abstain at the beginning and now it is harder for me. My life is dang boring! Is that how it’s supposed to be when you’re middle aged? I can’t stand it. I am losing weight and my face is thinner and not boozey bloated. I feel good physically, but have a ways to go. One foot in front of the other…. I hope everyone out there is hanging in. Nothing worth doing is ever easy. Damnit.
