I just stare at it. Hard. Recognize the heck out of it. Laugh and point. Ridicule it. Accept it. But I never argue or fight or struggle. That only would happen if I was not sure of my plan, or if I allowed myself to believe that I could fail at this. This is self doubt, an old AV trick. Those are not 'my' thoughts, they come from 'it', from my addiction that is fighting tooth and nail for survival. Too bad for it. Loser. Just look at you, you are pathetic. You have toilet paper stuck to your shoe, too, ya bum. Sheesh.
And then I get on with the stuff I can do now that I will never drink again. You know, like life stuff. Tame beast, wild beast, whatever, doesn't matter in the least. I have made my choice, and it is for my good, and it is forever.