I Said No

I’ve been meaning to write this for a few days now. Sitting here writing this post, it’s Saturday afternoon. Thursday evening, later at night, after everyone was in bed, I was sitting in the same spot I’m in now. It was about midnight and I got up to get a drink of water and walked past my bar. I didn’t plan on going to be right away and I grabbed a whiskey glass and went to the bar.

And then I stopped myself. I said no. I didn’t pour a drink.

Yesterday was Friday and I didn’t have a drink. We went out to Happy Hour at Burntwood Tavern where they have half price appetizers and drink specials. And I didn’t have a drink.

These aren’t huge victories. But they’re victories nonetheless.

I’m going to the in-laws on Sunday for Easter. Will I have a drink there? Maybe. Will I have one sitting at home tonight? Not sure. But I didn’t for the last couple of days.

In addition, I’ve been carnivore for the past 3 days. Sticking to it.

Need to lose weight. Need to feel better about myself. Going to do it. Using this as a journal… not for anyone else, but for me.