Woo hoo! 273 days.
Month 9 was infinitely easier than month 8. I wasn’t interested in drinking in the slightest, nor was I all resentful that I was missing out on something.
This leads me to suspect that maybe my horrible month 8 was more to do with not being very good at self-care, of which exercise is a very big component. Now that I’m back cycling to work, doing occasional yoga and eating breakfast &etc my keel is rather more even.
Or the Improved Mood could be because it feels like winter (such as it was) might be almost over.
Whatever the cause, I’m not messing with it.
On to month 10!