Sixty.
Sixty.
Sixty days tomorrow.
Haven't been here for a few years. It used to be things got wonky around ten days. Then with every subsequent attempt at sobriety I would go 30, maybe 50 days and then the wheels would fall off the bus. My longest stint in sobriety was a few years ago - somewhere around 82 days. I always joked that I had quit 4998 times because after every nightly drunk, I would wake up and swear off the hooch for the rest of my days.
No one ever said anything about the nights.
So here I am with sixty days, one silly little day at a time. I affirmatively state that I would not be here without SR and the selfless shares of my brothers and sisters who battle with me on the front line. Some days I don't even bother logging out. It's been an absolute lifeline. As have mint M and M's.
I look forward to 90 days with cautious optimism. Knowing full well I had better not let my guard down. My addiction is doing push-ups in the parking lot and is starting to resemble an ex con. I picture it all tatted up, shaved head, wild eyed and snarling. Muscles bulging and foaming at the mouth. Damn beast. It's just waiting for me to turn my head the other way.
But so long as I don't have the first sip, I run this town, ese.
And homes, you don't wanna f-ck with me.
Haven't been here for a few years. It used to be things got wonky around ten days. Then with every subsequent attempt at sobriety I would go 30, maybe 50 days and then the wheels would fall off the bus. My longest stint in sobriety was a few years ago - somewhere around 82 days. I always joked that I had quit 4998 times because after every nightly drunk, I would wake up and swear off the hooch for the rest of my days.
No one ever said anything about the nights.
So here I am with sixty days, one silly little day at a time. I affirmatively state that I would not be here without SR and the selfless shares of my brothers and sisters who battle with me on the front line. Some days I don't even bother logging out. It's been an absolute lifeline. As have mint M and M's.
I look forward to 90 days with cautious optimism. Knowing full well I had better not let my guard down. My addiction is doing push-ups in the parking lot and is starting to resemble an ex con. I picture it all tatted up, shaved head, wild eyed and snarling. Muscles bulging and foaming at the mouth. Damn beast. It's just waiting for me to turn my head the other way.
But so long as I don't have the first sip, I run this town, ese.
And homes, you don't wanna f-ck with me.
AO, that is simply great. Dont think too far ahead. Just take it easy as I am sure if you do start to project, your beast will be waiting to pounce. The days will roll by irrespective. Keep it going
Belle of the ball, ball buster, never a dull moment AO…..how lucky I am to have taken this journey with you. Who needs the hooch when there are people as fabulous as you in the world! Congrats on your sixty…..hard earned and so deserved, you are truly a rock star!
I dunno, tough as that AV sounds, I don't think it stands a chance, sista sista!
Love ya Ethel!
Lucy
I dunno, tough as that AV sounds, I don't think it stands a chance, sista sista!
Love ya Ethel!
Lucy
Sixty days tomorrow.
Haven't been here for a few years. It used to be things got wonky around ten days. Then with every subsequent attempt at sobriety I would go 30, maybe 50 days and then the wheels would fall off the bus. My longest stint in sobriety was a few years ago - somewhere around 82 days. I always joked that I had quit 4998 times because after every nightly drunk, I would wake up and swear off the hooch for the rest of my days.
No one ever said anything about the nights.
So here I am with sixty days, one silly little day at a time. I affirmatively state that I would not be here without SR and the selfless shares of my brothers and sisters who battle with me on the front line. Some days I don't even bother logging out. It's been an absolute lifeline. As have mint M and M's.
I look forward to 90 days with cautious optimism. Knowing full well I had better not let my guard down. My addiction is doing push-ups in the parking lot and is starting to resemble an ex con. I picture it all tatted up, shaved head, wild eyed and snarling. Muscles bulging and foaming at the mouth. Damn beast. It's just waiting for me to turn my head the other way.
But so long as I don't have the first sip, I run this town, ese.
And homes, you don't wanna f-ck with me.
Haven't been here for a few years. It used to be things got wonky around ten days. Then with every subsequent attempt at sobriety I would go 30, maybe 50 days and then the wheels would fall off the bus. My longest stint in sobriety was a few years ago - somewhere around 82 days. I always joked that I had quit 4998 times because after every nightly drunk, I would wake up and swear off the hooch for the rest of my days.
No one ever said anything about the nights.
So here I am with sixty days, one silly little day at a time. I affirmatively state that I would not be here without SR and the selfless shares of my brothers and sisters who battle with me on the front line. Some days I don't even bother logging out. It's been an absolute lifeline. As have mint M and M's.
I look forward to 90 days with cautious optimism. Knowing full well I had better not let my guard down. My addiction is doing push-ups in the parking lot and is starting to resemble an ex con. I picture it all tatted up, shaved head, wild eyed and snarling. Muscles bulging and foaming at the mouth. Damn beast. It's just waiting for me to turn my head the other way.
But so long as I don't have the first sip, I run this town, ese.
And homes, you don't wanna f-ck with me.
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