So a full week is over. Sunday was my highest consumption day (8 or 9) but it still felt like a big victory for a lot of reasons. It actually should have been closer to 6 or 7 but we ran out of light beers at home and I ended up drinking a couple pumpkin beers that were a lot stronger than I expected.
Big Sunday victory: Restaurant drinks (during happy hour no less!)
Until yesterday, I didn't even realize how much obsession with alcohol consumes me when I go out to eat. I ordered a beer, enjoyed my food, enjoyed the beer, and that was it. I ordered another one out of habit and I actually sort of regretted it (that happens.. oh yeah NEVER) and ended up sharing it with my husband.
Pre-TSM would have gone something like this:
I'd have 1 or 2 drinks at home (because why not? I'm not driving) then we'd get to the restaurant I'd focus on what drink I wanted first - probably an IPA or something with high abv so I'd get more bang for the buck. Then I'd constantly be focused on how much beer is left in my glass - am I drinking too fast compared to my husband? I'm getting a little low... is the waiter going to be back in time to order another one? We're almost finished with our dinner and I haven't had an opportunity to order another drink, it will look weird if I order another one now! I'll order one anyway and chug it while my husband gives me that look. Then on the drive home I'd be eager to get home and open another one immediately, then continue until bedtime. When we were done eating, I wasn't thinking about drinking on the way home, and I didn't open one immediately. I sobered up completely before I ended up having any more drinks (this never happens). The eagles were playing (and won) so my husband was enjoying himself more than usual. He's a pretty heavy drinker but he almost never gets sloppy, so I'm pretty much always the drunker one. It was weird being so lucid when I'd normally be even more far gone than he was. I ended up having several more beers (we only had those strong pumpkin ones so the units add up quick!) but I felt in control the whole time. Husband insisted that I try a scotch (I hate scotch, and don't like liquor much in general) but it was actually kind of nice. It was so weird genuinely trying to appreciate the flavor (I still don't really like it

) and not secretly be obsessing over how much alcohol was in it.
So overall my drinks for the week were about 43 - still a lot by most peoples standards but that's a HUGE improvement over my pre TSM levels. And after counting drinks so diligently this week, I'm pretty sure my pre TSM levels were even higher than I was estimating (yikes).
Victories for the week:
-Other than maybe the first night, I only ever felt buzzed or a bit tipsy, never drunk or sloppy.
-No hangovers, though I did feel a lot of awfulness from the nal.
-I remembered going to bed every night (I even took off my bra! small victories

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-No drunken fights with my husband. We actually had a few really nice nights that were enhanced by a few drinks instead of being a shitshow that I couldn't remember in the morning.
Big Victory: Control
I had no idea how much cravings/obsession about alcohol absolutely CONSUMED me. I didn't have any anxiety at all about when I was going to get my first drink of the day. Normally my brain is just screaming at me to have a drink by the time my daughter gets home from school. I usually would wait an hour or two but I'd be thinking about it the whole time. This week - nothing really. I had no problem waiting until the evening to have a drink (because I wanted it, not because I wanted to shut up that stupid anxious craving in my head). I never had a drink before 6 or 7, other than sunday when we had an early dinner. I didn't get hit with a bolt of anxiety as soon as my drink was getting low. I could finish one and wait a while before I opened another one, and I felt like I could actually maintain a buzz (impossible for me, it's always a descent into serious drunkeness).
So of course I'd like to get my units down to a healthier level, and hopefully that comes with time, but just having this feeling of insatiable craving and anxiety about where my next drink is coming from dissolved away feels like a f***ing MIRACLE.