An old view. An old life.
#14 Reason not to Drink: Because this is the point where I usually give up
Two weeks of making major efforts, cutting serious calories out, being pretty damn healthy, and I don’t look even a tiny different and, honestly, don’t feel at all different either. In the past this is the point where I give up because I get depressed that making big changes to my comfort doesn’t translate into clear changes in my body. But this time I’m not giving up. Today I choose not to drink again, in spite of the fact that I don’t feel any healthier or look any healthier, because I’m not going by the old script.
Just a few minutes ago I was thinking about getting some cleaning done and how good beer will taste when I’m done – and then experienced that horrid deflation on realizing that there wasn’t anything festive to drink as reward. Our ginger beer is almost done but honestly will never compare to alcoholic beverages.
In spite of feeling a little low again about having one of my favorite things out of my life, I will not give up.
It’s the official two week mark. Has it really only been two weeks? Today it feels like forever. Maybe tomorrow it will feel like time is just flying by. I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty lethargic. I have done nothing this weekend, gotten nothing accomplished. Today all I want to do is watch Poirot and bide my time until it’s tomorrow or the next day or the next. So, clearly not feeling very sparky or purposeful. I think I can call today a success if all I do is get the Christmas tree down. And, in an effort to not feel completely useless I will do that right now. Hope you all are having a more happy and useful weekend.