When I was twenty six I loved drinking. I'd like to think that if I'd hated it like you seem to I would have quit but I don't really think so. I'm just another silly human, a rat in the booze maze. I'm probably oversimplifying this but I don't think the misery of quitting is really any worse than the misery of not quitting except that when you quit the misery starts to get better.
Here are some random thoughts that might help:
*Keep a sense of humor about yourself!
*Allow yourself to be a nut. Don't ever stop. See above.
*Do it for yourself, you can't get away with cheating on yourself, except in those creepy drinking dreams.
*Don't drink, ever, even if the waitress brings you a martini by mistake. Staying away from temptation is fine, wise even, but not always possible.
*Tolerate the misery and enjoy feeling good when it happens, like sunshine on a winter day.
Happy New Year