bad yet good reminders
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bad yet good reminders
Was just talking w my friend about being sober & she was like yeh remember that nite we were at the bar & I found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet? Apparently I said " I thought I was going to be sick but f it, let's go dance". Ummmm I don't remember & that sounds like loads of fun to me- not. This makes me really sad but is my reminder for today that I am grateful to be on day 4. Alcohol makes me such a fool, a different person. I don't want to go back to that
Oh, boy, the stories I'm sure we could all share! I'm thankful I only drank at home because I had a tendency to take my clothes off when I was really hammered. I'd find my jeans in one room, my shirt in another, my bra in another .... lordy.
Congratulations on 4 days! It keeps getting better.
Congratulations on 4 days! It keeps getting better.
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Oh desertsong I'm not laughing at u, but with u because I've found my undies in strange placesbut worse than u...in the pocket of my car door...some scary silly stuff. Thanks for your post
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Four days rocks!
This morning, on my way to the gym, I was remembering what it was like to have a hangover. Getting up and knowing that the whole day was going to suck. I was never a puker but I would just feel terrible as I soldiered through the day. Breakfast, my beloved coffee, was just a necessary evil. Being nice was a chore. The eternal hair of the dog beers would taste like old grain in dish water. Then into the danger zone, where recovering from the hangover turns into just being drunk again--the second wind can blow straight into the dreaded "day two" hangover and beyond...
I haven't had one in 71 days now.
This morning, on my way to the gym, I was remembering what it was like to have a hangover. Getting up and knowing that the whole day was going to suck. I was never a puker but I would just feel terrible as I soldiered through the day. Breakfast, my beloved coffee, was just a necessary evil. Being nice was a chore. The eternal hair of the dog beers would taste like old grain in dish water. Then into the danger zone, where recovering from the hangover turns into just being drunk again--the second wind can blow straight into the dreaded "day two" hangover and beyond...
I haven't had one in 71 days now.
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