I almost drank today.
I wanted to SO badly.
I have two beautiful bottles of wine left in the house and they sound like the perfect week-cap; a needed escape from an emotional, pity-party kind of day.
Instead I’m slamming Nerds and Laffy Taffy and drinking tea like I’ll win a prize for finishing whole pots in lightening speed. Funny. I thought I’d lose weight if I quit drinking. I guess I’m replacing brain-happy booze with a sugar rush. We addicts seem to love to be in torturous contention with something… I myself have moved thru bulemia, OCD, extreme exercise and, of course, alcohol. None of it fixed what was really broken though. They were just all consuming diversions; metaphorical swimsuit cover-ups so people couldn’t see my bared and apparent imperfections.
It’s been a rough day, but in spite of almost popping a cork, I’ve made it six days. And for that I’m thankful.