This weekend saw the beginning of my one month hiatus from drinking alcohol.
I’m attempting to see if my chub really is caused by plowing through a couple of bottles of wine of Fri, Sat, Sun evenings – because god knows I do enough exercise and eating right.
Well, that and every time I drink alcohol, I wake at 3am and cannot go back to sleep for an hour or so – leaving me very sluggish and rather grumpish in the morning.
The reactions of the people I’ve told are quite surprising – primarily, the reaction is one of horror. How could I do such a thing? How could I deprive myself? When I explain that there have been a couple of stretches of five years when I didn’t drink at all (and not ages 0-5, or 5-10) they are completely aghast. I don’t know what this says about the people I talk to. Anxious Mum refused to believe that I would last an evening (if anything was going to make me determined …).
So far it has been pretty easy actually. Haven’t even felt like a glass and it’s not as though I have no access to it – we are quite well stocked, and Don isn’t abstaining, but I haven’t been tempted at all.
Still chubby, still waking up at 3am …
1Amazing how many people used to ask, “are you a vegetarian?” when I told them I didn’t drink.