Rocky Road
The title refers to both my sober journey AND the ice cream flavor, since I seem to be eating about four or five pints of the stuff per week. The sugar cravings I get. No problem. But what is really grinding my gears is this only-slightly-better mental status, where the anxiety and depression seem to rule the roost. I'm at Day 47 now and still having a really, really hard time. Early mornings SUCK - jolted awake by gut-wrenching, all-consuming panic, only to feel like I'm being smashed down into the mattress by some huge, unseen stone hand. It gets better later afternoon/evening, after work and following a workout (running, weights) session.
I know this situation with my wife and me being separated right now isn't helping matters at all - in fact I'm pretty sure it's causing 95% of my discomfort - but I still would think that my condition would have been better by now. This isn't living, it's surviving.