6 Months

Well today is 6 months without any alcohol. I guess I am suppose to be reflective or something. So here goes…

Wednesday May 22nd, I woke up and the plan was to go down to the Manchester United supporters club to watch the Champions League final. I had booked the day off from work. I had a small breakfast cause I knew I was going to be drinking a lot and I had to have something in my stomach. I didn’t eat much because I was feeling pretty rough from the night before. I headed down to the supporters club, and started drinking at 11:30am. The game started at 2:45pm, by that time I was already pretty drunk.

…fast forward…

As we all know Manchester United won the final game, and this added to me drinking even more. I don’t remember much after the final whistle. Only little flashes, such as singing with other fans, my friends leaving and me deciding to stay longer… I then black out… Next thing I know I am somewhere in the city I have no idea where or what time. The street was pretty empty so I’m assuming it was late. Cops pulled me over and asked if I was in a fight. I had no idea what they were talking about. They asked where I live and they told me I was walking in the wrong direction. I turned around… blacked out again… next thing I am in a cab. I tell him to stop at some local grocery store, and I start walking again. I black out again…. I wake up in my bed the next morning. At 11am, I was suppose to be at work at 8am. I avoid calling work. I make up in my head that I thought I had booked the day off work. I called in sick on Friday. When I head into work on Monday I stuck with the story that I had booked off Wednesday and Thursday and they believed it was an honest mistake.

Fast forward

It has been 6 months now. I feel so much better. I feel I have grown up a lot. I’ve become more responsible. I have moved out on my own (verses always having roommates), and sworn to myself to not bring any alcohol into new apartment. I’ve started looking for a new job to help myself grow in my career. I have started saving money. I’m becoming interested in more things again, I’ve decided I am going to learn French. (I already have a pretty good foundation). I’m trying new things in the kitchen.

Things are just…BETTER. All due to one simple thing…. not lifting a glass of beer and drinking it. Amazing.

I’m getting to the point now where I don’t want to drink. When I first quit, I wanted to drink all the time but resisted. Now I am beginning to think, WHY? I use to feel when I wasn’t drinking it was a bad thing… like I was missing out or something. I am now looking at it differently. Not drinking only adds to my life, where drinking only holds me back.

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