Just in case you didn’t know or as I’m sure… you just don’t give a flying fuck… today is Monday August 13, 2018 and it marks one month and twenty-six days of my sobriety or fifty-six days in total. But since I’m a weekend binge drinker or a weekend warrior and I just love to count weekends, I have been sober for eight straight weekends. Woo-Hoo! Has it been easy? To be honest with you, at first it was a fucking hell, because I would see family members and friends drinking alcohol and having fun… and then there was me. Sitting around, trying to make it look as if I was happy and enjoying every minute of it, when in reality, I felt like shit, because I knew that I couldn’t drink at all.
Do I miss drinking alcohol? Well I’m not going to sit here and lie my ass off as I write this post. At the beginning I sure did, and I mean a lot. But eight weekends later, I can say that I haven’t been having any stinking thinking. Just last weekend, I hanged out with a few of my co-workers for six hours. It really didn’t bother me that some of them were drinking. As a matter of fact, I felt that time flew pretty quickly. I guess that what I’m trying to say is, that as time goes by, my urges to drink are starting to disappear. I know that I will have my good days and my bad days, but I can’t let that shit stop me from staying sober.
With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!