This time last year.....
This time last year.....
I was hiding from the world after a 14 hour marathon of a work Christmas do.
Having drank my own weight in white wine and whatever else was going I blacked out and wandered round a club for 2 hours on my own before deciding to stumble the mile home with no jacket. December in Scotland is not really the time to be doing that. After taking a good 5 minutes to get in the door I promptly bounced into the flat, into our bedroom, stripped and passed out naked on top of the bed.
I woke up 12 hours later in hell and spent the rest of the day in bed in the dark before finally throwing up at 9pm at night. The rest of the weekend was spent feeling like I wanted to die physically and mentally and generally just feeling sorry for myself....
What a difference a year makes. Last night I had a Chinese takeaway as a treat, watched a film and was happily in bed at 11pm. Got up earlyish this morning to go to my German lesson followed by coffee and a walk round Botanic Gardens with my Dad. Now about to get ready and go and meet a friend for a run.
Moments like this make me realise that there is no doubt in my mind that the right decision was to stop drinking.
Having drank my own weight in white wine and whatever else was going I blacked out and wandered round a club for 2 hours on my own before deciding to stumble the mile home with no jacket. December in Scotland is not really the time to be doing that. After taking a good 5 minutes to get in the door I promptly bounced into the flat, into our bedroom, stripped and passed out naked on top of the bed.
I woke up 12 hours later in hell and spent the rest of the day in bed in the dark before finally throwing up at 9pm at night. The rest of the weekend was spent feeling like I wanted to die physically and mentally and generally just feeling sorry for myself....
What a difference a year makes. Last night I had a Chinese takeaway as a treat, watched a film and was happily in bed at 11pm. Got up earlyish this morning to go to my German lesson followed by coffee and a walk round Botanic Gardens with my Dad. Now about to get ready and go and meet a friend for a run.
Moments like this make me realise that there is no doubt in my mind that the right decision was to stop drinking.
The two scenarios you just described sound like the lives of two very different people. It's amazing, isn't it, to look back and see your progress? We often don't see these differences on a daily basis, but when you take a moment to measure and compare year-over-year data you can see amazing results! Congratulations and thanks for sharing this encouraging info!
What a fabulous post! I remember last year's work Christmas party ending in a blur and waking up in my office in the middle of the night, hours after everyone had left, asleep at my desk. Classy.
Apparently I also had quite the disagreement with my colleague (and close friend) and didn't remember that either even though he was mortified for months afterwards.
I still wince thinking about it now.
This year I reckon I will be home by 8PM and also in bed around 11PM.
Thanks for sharing Nightswimming and congrats on your sober time!
Apparently I also had quite the disagreement with my colleague (and close friend) and didn't remember that either even though he was mortified for months afterwards.
I still wince thinking about it now.
This year I reckon I will be home by 8PM and also in bed around 11PM.
Thanks for sharing Nightswimming and congrats on your sober time!
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