It’s been 23 days without alcohol now. Writing it, that number seems so small compared to how far I feel I’ve come.
The sleep is great. I still wake up through the night to pee, and I doubt that will ever change. After I pee, I am able to go right back to sleep, which was never the case before. I am also not suffering from a terrible, unquenchable thirst. That shit was annoying.
My eyes look bright and my skin is almost entirely clear. I still haven’t lost any significant weight, but I feel like I look healthier in general.
I noticed when I was running through the airport yesterday that I wasn’t getting winded, like at all. It was a wonderful feeling.
I am watching what I eat, to an extent, in the sense that I am paying attention and logging, but not necessarily making great choices. Now that I’m home I should be able to get that back on track. I did notice that when I ate healthier foods when I was on the road, they tasted amazing and I had zero order regret. The junky stuff, on the other hand, didn’t really taste all that great.
All in all, I’m super proud of myself that I made it through a conference in fucking Las Vegas of all places, without a drop of alcohol. I didn’t even rely on a backup. I haven’t had a Xanax in weeks.
That brings me to probably the coolest side effect of all. My stress level is waaaaay down. All of the stress I was drinking to relieve was apparently largely brought on by the drinking. Or at least that’s the way it seems.
Don’t get me wrong, all of the stressors are still very much there, I’m just dealing with them. I am getting so much better at living in the present, not worrying about shit I should have or could have done yesterday or should or might do tomorrow. That is exhausting.
Anyhow. That’s my status report. I will be back in the gym on Monday. I thought about going tomorrow, but I’m not committed, so it probably won’t happen. What WILL happen is I’m making my roasted red pepper and tomato bisque with a side of delicious grilled cheese (havarti) on sourdough. Get in my belly.