For me it's either all or nothing, I can't "only drink on the weekends" or "not overdo it" or put it off until after a certain date. I tried that for years, and know it was the disease lying to me.
I was really successful, thought I functioned highly, but eventually my life started to fall apart faster and faster, sorta like jumping off a tall building and watching the ground rush at me.
It took awhile, but gradually I started to fill my time with the things I used to enjoy doing, and with new activities I've discovered as a result of my sobriety. My life is so full I barely have time to breathe, but I wouldn't trade this life for anything.