I've read all your posts, twice, and I agree with all of you.
For the record, I've only had 4 tonight also. There was a point where I felt a sneaking urge to go out and buy more but I quickly discarded that thought. Threw it in the dust bin. It feels like I'm changing in some way. I feel no sorrow like before when I think about my alcoholism but instead I feel spite, anger and contempt for my liquid foe.
As brutal as it sounds, its as if I know that I have started to suffocate the monster inside of me, and it fuels the fire of survivial.