Ok, beloved team. Sit down. There is something I need to tell you.
I fell off the wagon. And hit the ground running.
I know - you're all heartbroken, right? My brother's reaction? "About time!"
I realized a while ago that I wasn't going to last until a draft of my thesis was done, which had been the original goal, and as long as abstaining didn't feel like an inconvenience or an obligation I was happy to do it. But on Saturday night, I just really wanted a beer. And it was fun.
I wanted to die Sunday, however. I would have been upset if I had missed yoga Sunday, but I managed to drag my butt to the last class of the day. I think that, my friends, is a truly impressive feat. But I had to do laundry today because of it - my towel stunk of alcohol sweat.
So, what I am doing these days is not drinking when I really don't need/want to drink. The casual "well, I guess if you're having one" beers are a thing of the past. Mid-day burger beers, for instance. But as it gets increasingly nice out in Montreal, a cold beer or a pitcher of sangria on a patio is just too irresistible.
Of course, no drinking the rest of this week - I NEED to get my ass moving on this paper. Groan.
Nine days left on the yoga challenge! I don't know if I'm going to drop the daily habit though...We'll see...
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