I've stopped counting days and it seems they are flying by. I am the stage now where it's a bit like being on a diet. It's often a pleasant surprise to check your weight every week or two as opposed to daily. I hope to check my day total infrequently and hope for nice numbers.
I'm looking forward to sleeping, sleeping well and looking forward to getting up. I'm hitting the gym with renewed vigour and am now running again with no problems (fingers crossed). Work is meh but work is work. I'm losing fat and my self-esteem is rocketing. Why would I ever want to drink again? Yet it's still there, deep in my soul. It raises it head, less frequently than before, but with the same intensity. It happened yesterday for a micro-second.
Everything was going well then suddenly a massive positive image of drinking appeared suddenly in my thoughts. The regret at sadly ignoring it was almost physically painful. I guess I just have to get used to these "kick in the stomach" moments.
All in all its morning and I'm feeling fantastic and up for another day.