Week 1: 09 July AF
10 July 3.5 (!!!)
11 July 8.5
12 July 8.5
13 July AF
14 July 8.5
15 July AF
16 July 8.5
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Week 2: 17 July not tracked (port)
18 July not tracked (port--too much, I would guess 10 units)
19 8.5 (or less; we shall see. I've decanted my portion of whiskey, and always stick to that--as mentioned in another post, I have the fella lock up his bottle!)
Regarding the past ten days, or, nine and a half, really, seeing as I won't be going to bed for another seven hours:9 July, I didn't take Nal because I didn't drink. 10 July, I took half a pill (so, 25 mg) and drank some scotch I'd never had before. It seemed unduly potent, was very smooth, but I just didn't want any more than a few drinks-worth... bizarre yet pleasing. 11th and 12th, my usual decanted amount, on the 12th it was the remainder of the aforementioned scotch, then, some of our standard whiskey, which we call 'Don Draper', so if you're a
Mad Men fan, you'll know what brand I customarily drink. BTW, on the 12th I titrated up to 37.5mg. 13th, probably did a lot of reading and housework. 14th, a normal day of work (I'm actively learning video game development, which combines my love of drawing, writing, gaming, and a bit of prior experience in programming), household stuff, play. 15th, zero booze; I sort of wanted to drink, but we didn't have anything, so I 'rode the waves' of craving and felt great at the end of the day, not at all deprived.
The 16th to the 17th (upped it to 50mg) were interesting, because I did not sleep. Was wide awake--not forcing myself, just had no desire to sleep--a full forty-eight hours, on and off drinking, doing more cleaning and other household things in those two days than I'd done in two months! It was odd, I had grown weary of whiskey--actually, come to think of it, we'd got some more of that weird brand of scotch so I ought to say 'whisky'. Anyway, we finished it off and I decided we ought to have some port. It had been ages and we both really like the high (if it's the premium stuff, the taste, too).
More significant than the period of happy sleeplessness is the fact that, whilst Gus was out at a client's, I--totally sober at this point--the afternoon of the 17th, showered, dressed, put on a bit of make-up and walked to the market to buy us a new bottle of port! That may sound totally normal to you, but I am completely reclusive, only ever go out if accompanied by Gus (my beau/fella/SO), and even then maybe once a month. It has been three years since I've ventured out on my own. Mentally and emotionally I'm in a much better place now, as evidenced by my actions. Looking forwards to being more self-sufficient. Again, silly as it appears, it was a huge step for me.
Yesterday was sort of an eff-off day (apart from my making a new casserole and some sun tea). We drank the rest of the port, watched some videos about hallucinogens on YouTube and had a good night's sleep.
Today's been a bucketload more housework, researching some new games, and I've just dipped into my second drink, about to have shower.
It's my belief that incorporating moderation, as well as being pro-active in a number of areas of my life will improve my results with TSM this time. My desire to drink is no longer frantic, I'm healthier, and being kind to myself. I consume each drink much more slowly, too (other things to focus on--and a set amount of booze!).
Bla, bla, bla. I'm thorough, anyway.
All the best, everyone!

Xanthippe