Quit date: July 1st.
6 months later: January 1st.
Was in bed last night at 10:30 pm to ensure that no champagne would be consumed. husband joined me; he’s not drinking either except when he’s out, and then only a beer or two.
i think that 6 months is a freaking long time. in my case it has been 185.5 days of saying no, making better choices, distracting myself, and going to bed. This started as a 30 day idea, and here I am 6 months later. Impossible to believe, really. I think that going to bed early saves me more often than i’d care to admit …
But as Amy wrote to me today in her daily email update:
“I am convinced that getting enough sleep can help you slay dragons (and wolves).”
I’m a bit sluggish today, as husband and i are having a rare disagreement that has been going on for a couple of days. i will sleep well tonight, and will run tomorrow.
and everything will be fine.
and i’ll be sober.
i will have no regrets.
i’ll kick some ass tomorrow.
just not today.
today i’m watching Being John Malkovich (for the 6th or 8th time)…