Week 7: Patiently (OK, impatiently) counting off the days. Seven weeks seems too early to be bothering with graphs, but what the heck - I just had a downward tick and I'm going to celebrate it. General mood is optimistic. I've stopped taking my Nal before leaving work, instead taking it when I get home. I'm finding it a bit easier to wait that hour. I feel I'm drinking more slowly. Beer and wine both still taste delicious. The craving is beginning to seem more mental than physical. I'm prepared for backsliding, but still taking the long view and setting my sights on Thanksgiving.


I read the board every day and I am so grateful and inspired by those who have been cured; I'm impressed and rooting for those sticking it out despite frustratingly slow progress; I'm thankful for this community that is so welcoming and active and encouraging to one and all; and I feel a flood of warmth and optimism for those who have recently found their way here, and are beginning their journey.