OOOOOh I spoke too soon, that's for sure. Last week's recap was around 25, including christmas. Actually christmas eve and day were fine, about 5 units each. The thursday before, however, I was so glad to not be going to work that I partied very hard and resumed my old habits: after a super fun dinner party with friends, I refused to go home and instead went bar crawling by myself. Don't remember getting home and most definitely blacked out.

I'm guessing 12 units that night but who knows. It was just like the nal never existed, drank straight through it, and alcohol was as fun (and terrible) as it was before. Threw up multiple times on Friday, which was GREAT.
Similar thing then happened monday night (which is not included in this weekly total, my weeks being mon-to-sun). So my parents are moving back to France. I knew it would happen eventually but have not really been facing it. They've already moved me around a lot as a kid (including from France here, obvy) so the house they are leaving is not exactly my childhood home. However, it is the place I have thought of as my "safe place" for a very long. I mean this both figuratively and literally - when in therapy groups we were asked to find a mental safe place, it was always the kitchen in that house that I pictured. ANYWAYS. I spent the holidays helping my parents move into a condo while they sell the house (they should move definitely next month or so). As if it weren't depressing enough throwing out your belongings and moving into a pre-fab condo on christmas, my parents refused to acknowledge that I might be sad about leaving this house. And them leaving the country. Basically I think that Monday night, my last night in the house forever, was a huge trigger. And in a way I didn't want to be fully conscious for leaving in the morning, so I gave myself a nasty nasty hangover instead. Basically no huge harm done, just watched movies and used the internet and whatnot, but I gave my mother a huge fright at 6am when she got up and I was still in the kitchen on the computer. I don't know if she or my dad realized how much I drank that night, or if htye just thought I was staying up late, or what. I am embarassed and ashamed and well, you guys know the drill. So embarassed I went back to New York (from my parents' condo in CT) just to avoid them. though I have to go back tomorrow to deal with a few loose ends...
I think I've been lax on TSM. there have definitely been nights where I didn't take nal and only had a drink or two, but I suspect that that is screwing me up for the bigger nights, although the consequences are not so directly visible. (I did take 50mg both of the nights mentioned above). I think I need to stick to 50mg almost all the time (there being a few exceptions where I am pretty sure 25mg will still be fine). I also think I need to go back to exerting willpower a bit over not drinking. Having AF days was never a challenge before but now they are becoming rarer and I am not a fan of that.
Anyways, back on the wagon I guess, but I feel pretty demoralized.