Well, I went to the store and for the first time I can remember, I thought about alcohol but was disgusted by the idea of purchasing it. I did the self checkout and the cashier came over apparently checking for booze to see if he needed to card me. Needless to say, I was beaming inside. No guilt, no regret, no hiding. Just my head held high. Even saw a cop car and wasn't worried about being pulled over and wreaking of vodka.
I'd love to hear about any daily victories anyone else has. What a feeling!!
