There is a "magic pill." At least for me there is. I hesitate to share my full experience while so many others are still suffering on this board, but I am going to be honest.
On Friday, June 5 my GF worked late and she gave me permission to go out on my own to hear music at two different venues as I love live music. From 7 to 830 I saw my buddy sing at one place -- a sort of a dive with great music and some shady people. My motto has always been I go where I like the music, regardless of who is there. Typically, I would have had at least five drinks before heading out but not on Friday. Maybe it's the newly gained confidence I have from regaining some control in my life as SpringerRider so accurately notes on his post. But regardless, I went out this night to the shady bar with no drinks under my belt. I have NEVER done this before at this venue and rarely would have done this at any bar -- 90% of the time when I go out, I've lubed up with at least 3-5 drinks in advance.
I took my place alone in the back of the venue. My buddy is a world-class singer and was in fine form. I had three beers over 1.5 hours -- the exact amount I had allotted myself in advance. For the first time ever, I was enjoying the music primarily and the booze was an afterthought, as opposed to the other way around. Usually upon arriving at this joint I will have guzzled three drinks in the first fifteen minutes. I really enjoyed the music, fully realizing that what I was doing would have been entirely impossible just two weeks before TSM.
I left that venue at 8:30 and took a break as the next event was not scheduled until 10 PM. I didn't drink a drop to keep the party going between gigs. Again, UNPRECEDENTED. I knew exactly how much I could drink on that night at my weight and was not going to threaten the DWI laws again -- with one under my belt, a second one would DESTROY my life: no driving for three months, period. Anyway, I calculated 9 beers from 7 PM until 1 AM -- or 6 hours. That would be .73 -- close to .80, the legal limit, so 9 would be the ABSOLUTE ceiling for the night.
I went to the second venue at 10 PM alone. Normally, Nick without alcohol would not be comfortable listening to live music alone and would get through the anxiety by pounding several drinks in advance. Not Nick on Nal. (We'll call him "NON"). NON went in there, got a beer, enjoyed the music and felt relatively care-free. At one point two lovely young ladies pulled up in front of me and started dancing. One in particular was shaking her rather nice figure a few feet in front of me and as I ignored her, she brushed up on me. Before TSM and with several drinks under my belt, I would NOT have let this pass. A dance or a chat would be harmless, right? Wrong! NON figured he is living with someone, is in a committed relationship so why bother. NON went and got a second beer, leaving the ladies behind. This is another miracle, take my word for it. (Not a cheater but definitely a big flirter.)
By 1 AM I was on my 5th beer -- 8th for the night and one under my ceiling -- and was barely buzzed but feeling just fine. I could have had another in the final hour as the show stopped at 2. Didn't need it, didn't want it. ANOTHER MIRACLE. I went home to GF, having checked in with her by cell phone two times during the night. She was very happy when I got home, completely sober and completely living up to my word about how much I would drink. (After three years of failing to live up to my promises about limiting my in-take, it was yet another miracle.) She also views this whole evening of controlled drinking as nothing less than a miracle. I know, I know, so many miracles in one night, we can no longer use the word "miracle."
I went AF Saturday. Sunday, I went to the bar and had two strong ones, probably 3-4 units. I left the bar with no need or thought of having more. Another miracle. No, we'll use a new term -- how about "Nal-Experience"? BTW, sleep after both nights SUCKED -- still having nightmares and restless sleep. Sunday, fell asleep at 2 AM and got up at 5 AM Monday morning. Did not go back to sleep.
Monday, yesterday, GF and I went to happy hour, two-for-one. Usually I have two (four) plus her second of the two-for-one, ie, five to her one in about an hour, plus the meal. Yesterday, I had my one and did not finish the second one. GF had her glass of wine and per usual, didn't have her second. WHAT WAS UNHEARD OF WAS WE LEFT THE BAR AND I DIDN'T DRINK HER GLASS. We left after an hour or so with one glass of wine and my half beer on the table. Another "Nal-Experience."
There is a "magic pill." I don't think this is the "honeymoon." I think given the combination of me being highly sensitive to medication, combined with my unique habit where I am typically AF 3-4 days per week, have combined to make me super responsive to TSM. I am re-posting this progress report under Jim's DUBIOUS post, "There's no magic pill." I completely disagree and my intake to this point surely would indicate that he is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
For the record: Pre-TSM 50, week one 26 units, week two, 16 units. As the legendary SpringerRider says, "DRINKING TO MY HEALTH."
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