Saturday morning here and now on day 21, 3 weeks. Have to say it feels much longer and it's not a smooth ride at present.
I always go shopping late on Friday (I buy my own food as, despite my drinking, I'm a bit of a health nut). I "had to" walk through the alcohol section and although I knew I wouldn't buy my head did automatically turn and have a gander at the discount bucket. I'm hoping it is the Scottish in me looking for a bargain as opposed to the alkie in me looking for booze. Long may my resolve continue.
I have a sense that the one month mark will be a mental turning point for me. It might be a bit of a grind to get there but my pig-headedness will help me make it.
Before if alcohol entered my consciousness I would simply go a get some, no arguments. Now when alcohol comes into my thoughts, and boy does it still, there is more of a reasoned debate within my mind and sanity wins. I hoping that more and more alcohol floats into my thoughts less and less.
Yet again just writing out my feeling here is so cathartic. I feel so much better than I did pre-post. I'm up for this.