So on Day 9 -- the last Day 9 I will ever have. Feeling pretty good. No cravings really. Indeed, I went to one of my favorite Italian restaurants in town last night. My wife and her friend drank wine, I of course, abstained. No real temptation, other than they asked me to pick the wine for them -- I used to wait tables at fancy restaurants, and since then have acquired a pretty good knowledge of wine. I picked out an Amarone Valpolicella. My favorite Italian Red.
I was a bit amused by it all to the extent when I was not an alcoholic, I drank some pretty good stuff. In fact, the only thing that tempted me about the whole affair is that I really do like the taste of a good wine, especially reds. It's not like drinking scotch where it is only a sophisticated (or at least the folks who are drinking think so
) way to get hammered -- which is not sophisticated at all. In any event, the amusing part is since becoming an alcoholic (about 3 years now) I would run into a store and buy the cheap stuff in the morning and slam down a bottle (or the equivalent) just to "take the edge off." Not exactly a "rock bottom" story, but it did illustrate one example of how far I had fallen. Well, at least I was saving money when compared to scotch and "good wine."
Thankfully, Steps 1 & 2 kicked in, and I had no reservation in not partaking in one of the things I used to really enjoy, for the right reason.
And I felt great this morning, while my wife is napping off the wine she drank. She looked and felt like hell when she woke up; I on the other hand, went to the Gym, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed! Felt Good!