dothework wrote:
Well generic it sounds like you really had great control on the weekend.
Funny you should use the word "boring" for your conduct though. It does seem a little like that compared to our old behaviour I know. Now when I'm around people who really get hammered, or even those who just 'drink too much' I realize they are not very nice to be around, and THEY are the boring ones - red faced, telling the same boring stories, slurring their words. Yowza!!!! That was ME so many times I cringe to think of it.
This is something that I have to really keep in mind, thank you for reminding me. As I re-invent myself, and go through these experiences with a fresh perspective, it
feels a little more boring, but I know that in the past I went beyond embarrassing myself and many times made those around me very uncomfortable. Whether by making completely inappropriate comments, picking fights, or simply needing to be taken care of like a child at the end of the night. I am sure that the "new me" is more fun to hang out with for a lot of reasons.
UKblonde wrote:
I find having to set a limit isn't a sign of a cure, normal people don't set a limit, they just drink how they feel.
I could not agree with you more, UKb... And it's one of the reasons that I don't like the term "cure," and I don't fully buy the promises of TSM. I have been on for over a year and I am
NOT a normal person. My life has improved in ways that I never could have imagined... but I still have to take some care when drinking. The difference is that now, I am able to take some control. I can employ strategies that get me even further than the medication alone does. I tried a million ways to control my drinking pre-nal, and they all eventually failed for exactly the same reason: I had to feed the beast. If I drank only beer, I would drink faster. If I limited my number of drinks, I would pour mason jars full of whiskey for each drink. If I started later in the evening, I'd be up until 5. Now all of these techniques have a (mostly) effortless effect, dropping my consumption noticeably. Maybe someday I'll be well and truly cured. Alcohol will start to taste awful and I will get absolutely no good feeling or benefit, and I'll just kinda stop. Quite honestly, I don't care if that ever happens because I am pretty durned happy with how far I've come and how my life is now.
writeratlarge wrote:
I also wanted to thank you for mentioning where you live; I lived in The City for five pretty wild years in the mid-eighties. First in Cow Hollow (Union St @ Steiner), where one night I barely remember being at Boz Skaggs house doing copious amounts of cocaine. Riding my motorcycle through SoMa in the wee hours, sunglasses at night, all black leather and blonde hair flying, trying to create a cool persona to mask how lost I was already.
Oh wow, we could have had some fun. I used to love getting loaded and ripping around on my motorcycle... Until, of course, I inevitably crashed it. I outright refused to admit to family or friends that I was loaded at the time because that would mean admitting I had a drinking problem. Looking back I see how silly it was for a kid who was drunk all the time to try and claim he crashed his bike while sober. I keep dreaming that maybe someday I'll get another bike now that I am not a complete mess.
Thank you for the kind words. I love writing as a hobby and have been trying to cut down on the amount of self-indulgent hackneyed purple prose
that finds itself flowing quite effortlessly from my fingertips as if it were aged brandy tumbling into a snifter 
. Anyway, glad you found some useful stuff in my posts.
I've really enjoyed reading your posts, and look forward to hearing about how this goes for you. I would recommend to not try
too hard just yet to get your numbers down. Let the process work for you for a while. Let the drinking get boring and
then start to make conscious efforts to decrease. That's just my 2c, so feel free to ignore me
