121 days today. My husband is gone on a fishing trip. There is beer in my fridge. It would have been so easy to have "just one beer" after a long week. But I thought, why do I want to ruin what I have accomplished. I've made it 4 months without drinking, without waking up hungover, without that disappointed look on my husbands face when I didn't stop at one or two. I made it through the weekend and I am thankful. Good luck to all of you struggling with the same emotions. It is hard, but we can do it!