Originally Posted by crewisms

I’ve lost so many things in the past eight days of sobriety that I just don’t know what to do anymore.

I've lost my best friend in the entire world, senor Tequila Patron; about 5 lbs of visceral fat surrounding my liver has abandoned me; and the red perma-tan from my face is gone, too. Another good friend, Mr. Insomnia, is fading away. I have this insane compulsion to get things done rather than sit on the couch and watch TV (I think my couch misses me). And those dang synapses in my brain that have been reactivated through the slow lifting of the fog are resulting in the weirdest thing – I’m able to think again. I fear I’m frightening my kids and the people at work with my newfound energy!

This woman, this beautiful toxic woman that always shares two or three or four bottles of fine wine with me just couldn’t accept the fact that she would have to drink alone whenever we might see each other in the future. When she made that comment I tilted my head to one side and asked her if a light bulb came on at that very moment. I thought it was funny.

But the worst thing is the constant nagging from my running shoes and bike, begging for attention like a little puppy wanting to go for a walk, or a lonely taxi-cab waiting for another ride. They actually had the gall to ask me to start training for another marathon or a triathlon. And, yesterday, just when I thought my relationship with them was getting better, I had to mount both of them for some outdoor activity! Outdoors in the beautiful sun again? Are you kidding me? Doesn’t vitamin D come in a pill?

I’m just not sure what I’m going to do when I look in the mirror with clear eyes and see my tall, lean self again in a few months. Maybe crack a genuine smile?

Alcohol's loss is sobriety's gain, methinks.

For the sake of myself and all those I touch, on to Day 9 with commitment, care and vigor. Oh, and a sense of humor :-)