Because I have better things to do. I wanted to stop waking every morning full of self-loathing. I wanted to feel good enough, clear enough to make rational decisions. To walk my dogs, make new friends, build a real life. It seemed like a short and do-able list. Reading it reminded me of my desperate desire for sobriety and the d.

This is my journey towards giving up alcohol one tiny step at a time. One day at a time. I love my new sobriety. I allow it to remain in the background, part of me, but not worthy of a second thought. But not celebrating it is a mistake because it then becomes boring and easier to give up on.

From wine goggles to recovery speed wobbles. Sober Identity Reprogramming an Addictive Mind.

2 weeks until my first marathon. And yesterday my boyfriend and I had our 18 year anniversary. Out with the old, in with the new.

Earning those words, one day at a time. So much for writing more often. Still here, still sober. As I did all this, it was not lost on me that I was booking stuff the day after other stuff. In other words, I was not scheduling around hangovers.

Oh, the joys of working from home with flexible hours. He said he admired my willpower.