One other thing. I vividly remember this. On day 2, I just didn't want to do it anymore. It was too hard. I didn't have anyone to talk to, to hang with. I didn't know what to do when I got home. I was LOST. I started thinking of living my life and never having a drink, ever again. That was too enormous of a thought, and it was much easier to just have a drink.
So drink I did, until Jan. 1, 2012 -- when I finally had enough of the insane merry go round I was on.