OMG. Unfortunately, we are once again in lock-step. I overdid it last night, in spite of the fact I had a dr's appt. this morning...a fasting one, such that I couldn't eat anything this morning to feel better. And this is my beloved dr. I think so highly of, and I'm in there w/ a smallish hangover. Talk about dumb, dumb, dumb.
Remember a few weeks ago I went out to dinner and had a Sambuca, and declared it to be deadly? Well...when I was buying wine for the Easter diner, old Lizard Brain talked me into buying a fifth of the stuff. I guess it seemed kind of "Eastery", since it tastes like licorice jelly beans. Actually, I've been fairly moderate with it - maybe 2 oz. a night, but STILL...this is really not conducive to moving towards my cure, and a far cry from my sporadic "beer only" pledge.
But then I've also been thinking that it's probably reasonable to expect a little subliminal self-sabotage going on - that Lizard Brain would be dragging it's feet. After all, we're giving up a VERY long-held habit...that WAS a lot of fun, right up to the point that it became "unfun".
I still feel like
Grownup, TSM Chrissie is ultimately running the show and will prevail. I mean, I have Nal on my side (or my back). So Tiller, I'm confident you are going to prevail also, and the worst is behind us! Still, I understand where you are today. Hope you feel better - I do. I wasn't going to write about me today but reading your post inspired me.