| Hi all,
 Week 7 is in the books, and it was a bit of a mixed bag. The week started off promising with 3 consecutive AF days (the most I've strung together since I've started TSM), but a 3 night vacation in Chicago was a veritable mine field of triggers, and I had a few nights where I drank through the Nal and skirted along the fence of the Black Out City.
 
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - AF
 
 I had no desire to booze after work at the beginning of this week. There was zero craving, and I knew I was going to have some trouble keeping units down in Chicago, so it was easy to abstain for the sake of my weekly total...and I really just did not feel like boozing. We had a team lunch on Wednesday, and I didn't even have a brewski with co-workers...which is absurd.
 
 Thursday - 5.33
 
 A good buddy and I touched down in the Windy City at about 11 pm, which didn't leave much time to cause trouble. I had a few pre/during/post-flight drinks (boozing on airplanes is a novelty that I may never grow tired of), but everyone was feeling pretty worn out once we got situated in Bucktown (where we were staying with friends), so we called it an early night. Things would escalate quickly during the weekend...
 
 Friday - 13.33
 
 We hit the downtown area like camera-wielding tourists, and took an excellent boat tour of the Chicago river and Lake Michigan. I had a nice JB and coke on the boat and a Goose Island during lunch*.
 
 * Full disclosure - these drinks went down before I took my Nal. I didn't want to have one pill last me from the early afternoon all the way through what would inevitably be a late night. I knew I wasn't going to have more than a drink or two until dinnertime, so I didn't see much harm in skipping the early dose. I was also a little wary about double-dosing again, since that turned into a disaster in NYC. I am not happy about how I approached this, because I think I was feeling a bit too cocky since the first part of the week went so well (and the prior week was a big success). The surly sauce would kick my *ss later on for feeling overly-confident. Gaaah.
 
 That night, our crew went down to Wicker Park to eat delicious fancy tacos and mingle with the flannel-clad clientele. I had taken my Nal about an hour before dinner, so I figured I'd be covered for the rest of the night. We barhopped all around WP, which was awesome. Drinks were going down at a reasonable pace, everyone was in a great mood, and the gumby legs made a brief appearance on the dancefloor*.
 
 * Chicagoans love that "Moves Like Jagger" song (which is terrible). I always think having "moves like Mick Jagger" would mean you strut around with your hands on your hips, making simulated pecking motions with your neck/chin and sporting a big frowny grimace. Those are not the kind of moves I'm into.
 
 We ended up heading across town to Lincoln Park to meet up with another surly group at a cool neighborhood bar. We were dominating the juke box, making friends with everyone...I was pretty much dead set on moving to Chicago at this point. I was literally euphoric (probably 8-9 units in, and this feeling is an enormous trigger), and I really should have stopped or slowed down. This is a problem that I really need to get over - I have to force myself to understand that continuing to drink will NOT make me feel any better! Instead, we rolled down the street to a latenight bar, where I crushed another 3-4 bourbons and ended up engaging in a public makeout session with our weekend's hostess (this has really become a troubling trend that started at the beginning of the summer). Things got a bit weird when we got back to Bucktown, and let's just say that I awoke the next morning to the first incident of peeing myself since I started TSM. Super awkward. What's particularly troubling is that I didn't think I was THAT drunk, and despite a few hours of blurriness, I remember going to bed.
 
 Saturday - 16
 
 Ugh. I immediately wanted to numb the embarassment of being an incontinent buffoon, so my buddy and I went back over the river to get some brunch while the girls did whatever it is that girls do during the afternoon. We barhopped around Diversey Ave and met surly fans from just about every Big 10 team. Midwesterners are super friendly, and the day was going great despite last night's indiscretions.
 
 After dinner the girls wanted to hit a bunch of Bucktown bars, so we ended up doing that. We went to a pretty diverse collection of bars during the night, and again, I was starting to feel like a million bucks. I really should've tried to slow down as the night wore on...but instead...the events of the rest of the night were almost identical to what happened the night before. Read into that what you will. Shameful.
 
 Sunday - 5.33
 
 I was dying for a drink by the time I got back to Boston*, but thankfully everything near the train station was closed, so I was had to settle for a grilled cheese instead. I popped a Nal on the trainride back to RI, and struggled through 5+ units at home. I couldn't even bring myself to open the last beer I had queued up, so at least the weekend ended on a positive note.
 
 * The trigger of "feeling sh*tty about getting wasted the night before" was really intense that morning/afternoon.
 
 Total - 40.00
 
 Some thoughts...
 
 That total is not terrible by my usual standards, and I was expecting 30+ for this week...but I had to include a 0.5 for my "BOC Adventures" field because things were really blurry on Saturday night, and while I can remember most of what happened, details are few and far between.
 
 One big thing I took from this week was the difference between habit drinking and binge drinking. TSM is working wonders on curtailing my habit-based drinking (which is mainly during the week, after work when I'm by myself and being a lazy sh*t). My cravings are way down, and I've never had so much untouched alcohol in the house. The Yuenglings I brought back from Delaware are overtaking my fridge, and a bottle of wine I picked up last week is still 2/3rds full. This NEVER used to happen. However...my binge drinking still needs a ton of work...and I supposed that is to be expected, and a few of us have discussed this at length on Ketch's thread. I definitely felt like I was drinking through the Nal this weekend.
 
 I'm really happy that I'm starting to string together AF days, but the nights with heavy units are the more pressing concern at this point. There will be a lot of Halloween parties this weekend, so I'll have an occasion to continue working on controlling my binges.
 
 Anyways, thanks for reading. Looking forward to catching up on everyone else's threads.
 
 -H
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 Key...
 US Units/AF Days
 
 Milestones...
 Pre TSM: 90.00/1
 First 6-Month Average: 34.66/2.46
 Second 6-Month Average: 37.07/1.88
 Lowest Total: 11.00/5 (Week 29)
 
 Longest AF Streak...
 495 Days
 
 Current AF Streak...
 7 Days
 
 
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