Day 21. 3 weeks and I'm as determined as ever. My husband had some beers left over ( from like last Christmas! ) he asked last night If I minded that he had one. I really didn't. I don't like beer anyway. But I didn't get a pang for a glass of wine or anything like that. Sure enough he had the one and that was that. Makes me realise what a problem I really had once I started I just always wanted to keep going.
I'm truly starting to see alcohol as a waste of my time. It adds nothing to my life only takes away. I was remembering back to my college days. Did so many stupid dangerous things. I had blocked out a lot of that.
Invited to a hen party in a month and doubt I will go. Not ready.