Week 11 -
Another week with no hangovers, maybe 2 drinks less than average but not really significant.
However, not looking at numbers, something is changing. I'm no longer the first person to finish a drink. Still craving the drinks but once I have one in my hand, I'm in no rush to finish and get to the second, third, or fourth one. Out of habit, I will speed up my drinking near the end of the 1st one, just to keep pace but it's no longer a compulsion. Hoping that the habit will end soon.
Last night was truly strange - had a mixed drink, refreshed halfway through and then my husband wanted to open a bottle of wine. I had thought we were sticking with mixed drinks and had planned to stop after my 1 and a half. Normally, when he says let's open a bottle, I get that very happy feeling... this time, I poured him a glass and decided to get a glass later. But I couldn't. I just did not want it. And it really pissed me off. How could I not want it?? There was a true internal struggle going on that I am not explaining well - have never felt this before. The idea of having a glass of wine was so compelling and I knew it would put me in a better mood but I just couldn't make myself get it. Husband was like, where is your glass, well have some of mine. Almost felt like it would make me sick.
Then my dreams were as vivid as what others have described.. dreamed I got wasted and stupid and was trying to take care of a baby. (ok that has happened in real life before
Woke up feeling guilty and ashamed.
I'm hoping that this is a turning point and that my numbers start dropping. Actually made plans this weekend that will disrupt the normal drinking routine - will be curious to see how anxious I feel.
Thanks for listening
