Another exhausting day at work that brought up thoughts of "rewarding" myself with getting obliterated. It's easy enough to recognize the euphoric recall happening, and to know that it's patently false. What I want to happen when I drink a beer is not what actually happens. It makes me sad for a second and then I'm grateful to have recognized it, and to already be putting it behind me. Approaching the one month mark next week and I know I need to be on my guard, as I've never made it past this point before. I have never had the resolve to do so before, though, and I believe in myself this time.