I've heard it said in meetings that while we sit in the rooms, our disease is out in the parking lot doing push-ups. I could work myself up by getting all in my head & my will, but chances are, if I go back out, it's still gonna kick my a**. So why bother? People don't come in to the rooms and say "it's fine out there guys, come on out!" We sit there with our tails between our legs because no matter what, the bottle always wins. The only solution for me is to attempt to live a life based on spiritual principle and to find a higher power that I can put all of my faith and trust in. Like the big book says-- there may come a time when all that stands between us and a drink is our higher power.