Yes sunshine, even though my intake isn't down as much overall as I would like, there's a distinct difference in my life right now. Aside from being addicted to this Message Board (maybe I'll have to do nal before coming on each a.m.?

), my time is starting to be spent in more normal ways. I'm cooking most nights for my SO and myself, whereas we were eating out most nights before. It's fun - I love to cook, and have my own version of 'bacon spanish rice stuffed peppers' in the oven as we speak. Haven't cooked this way since the kids were young, except for holidays and our Sunday pot-luck with friends. It's certainly got to be healthier, since I really didn't eat much when we went out. . .too drunk to care about food.
I am not having black outs (though a couple of nights have still been 'vaguely recalled,') and most nights I do brush, floss, and wash my face. (I'm an afternoon shower person. . .) For awhile there, I wasn't even brushing b/4 falling into the sack. Why bother, when you're gonna be drinking wine anyway?
Today has been one of my most productive to date. I've done laundry, worked on my book project, tended to the horses, got some administrative/clerical work done, gave the house a 'lick and a promise,' got myself showered, dressed and made up by late morning (I work from home, so some days the PJ's don't come off till the SO calls to say he's on his way home,) and have now fixed a pretty mean dinner. I took a bunch of fruits/vegies and put them through the juicer for a quart of Yummee!! healthy juice to have on hand. I even spent 20 minutes in a very nice meditation - something I haven't managed to do for months. (I find heavy alcohol use and spirituality to be mutually exclusive.)
Prior to TSM, I would have lounged in my PJ's much of the day, browsed the internet, worked listlessly and not so productively on my book, caught up on some e-mail (maybe), and then rushed to shower/dress and make the bed b/4 my man Jake got home. It was getting ridiculous!
Here it is 5:20, I've taken my Nal, and only sipped down one small glass of wine. Hmmmm. . .