Every morning for a long time I would swear myself off alcohol in my hungover state making my way to work, and every evening those great intentions, the hoping, the wishing, the belief all went by the wayside.
That one drink, one glass, one beer would always lead to more, the problem was I drank to get drunk, what even would be the point of having one of anything? and therein lay the problem, the realisation that I had a real addiction, if I opened that door, each and every time the floodgates followed, it wasn't something that I could simply flick the switch on and off, alcohol when I consumed it controlled me, not the other way around.
I wish you well with moderating, but not something I could do, I proved that to myself over and over, round in circles I went, until I finally got off the moderation experiment, and the only way to take control of my life once again was push alcohol to the sidelines on a permanent basis!!