At 14 months, I honestly think about drinking more than I'd like to. But the weird thing is: I'm not craving it. Instead I'm aware that it's all around me, and if I let my guard down, I'll know I'll find myself in some dive bar somewhere, smashed.
So it's not cravings, per se. In fact the thought (or smell or sight) of booze makes me queasy - which is really hard on me when my wife has a glass of wine on the weekend. I swear I can smell it all the way upstairs....ugh.