Tag: reasons for going sober

90 Reasons not to Drink for 90 Days: #14

my old view

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.

90 Reasons not to Drink for 90 Days: #8 and #9

checkout line

#8 Reason for not Drinking: Laziness

Because it would require a trip to the store and interrupt my important schedule of re-watching Fringe.  Plus, my decaf PG Tips would get cold.

#9 Reason for not Drinking: giving checkers a break

My Grandpa always accused  me of being a damn bleeding heart (liberal).  I finally see what he means because I have come to feel sorry for the checkers who have to ring up my beer night after night.  It’s got to take great fortitude for them to hold back the comments they want to make about how often they see me in their lines.  In fact, just raising their eyebrows at me has got to be terribly wearisome, so one reason not to drink is to give those poor suckers a break.


As a side note, I want to be opposed to not drinking tonight and if I wasn’t so tired I’d definitely be casting off an irritated rant.  As it is, I juiced about 20 Mandarin oranges today (surprisingly taxing activity), didn’t hit my stride with chapter 4 (so made very little progress), used up a bunch of apples by baking them with some sugar and cinnamon just so they wouldn’t go bad, did some dishes, went to the bank, made two runs to Max’s school, managed not to shower, folded two loads of laundry, and took pictures of mold.  I mean, I barely have the energy to post this post, let alone work up a good gripe about another boring night of no alcohol.  I just want you to know that I’m irritated in theory, just not in practice.