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Just another 50 woman trying to get her shit together. 54 at 54 and Negative Self Talk. What a Difference Two Years Can Make. 8230;there are new posts on my new website! Just in case you were wondering. You should be able to comment now without leaving your life history.

Blog about life by a music obsessed middle aged recovering alcoholic from South East England. 8221; I have wasted so much of my time in life in today trying to figure out how to recapture yesterday in tomorrow and just repeating that depressive cycle.

Writing about it was transformative because it felt the first step to progress. The stress of the notion tha.

Wallowing in my own self pity. I am getting poorer though. That is a huge motivator though. I truly cannot afford to drink. But do I anyway? Yeah, silly question. Thanks for hanging with me through all this. Anyone still out there? .

In the years before I quit drinking I tried to create the perfect. Life I ate according to rules. And I drank and drank and drank even though I wanted to quit. So, please, read this. And forget the diets, quitting smoking, sugar and or pop cleanses. At least for the first 5 years. Do you know the poem. Makes sandwich, puts clothes in dryer. Oh hey, that was fast! .

Getting sober to be a better mother, wife, and friend. Ran 3 miles this morning along the beach, and I feel great. This is how life is supposed to be. Losing track of my sober days. 8221; But then I fast forwarded to one glass turning into four glasses turning into terrible sleep, regretful behavior, and yet again another failed 100 day challenge. And so I passed on the glass of wine, and enjoyed myself nonetheless. Tomorrow will be day 50 for me.