I signed up to Dry January to raise a few bob for Alcohol Concern and to see if I remembered what it was like not to drink. I used to do it voluntarily years ago, but then it got harder and harder as there was the ‘after Christmas’ reunion (wine obligatory), a birthday (cava obligatory), a gig (beer obligatory). Also, after the last big knees up at the birthday of a friend, I really, honestly thought I was going to have a heart attack, as my heart pumped at double strength to try and eradicate the booze from my blood. I was genuinely scared. And I was also a snog slag that night, my confidence buoyed by wine, cava, beer and cocktails.
I’ve been good so far, having discovered the taste of non-alcoholic beer and am looking for a good wine substitute. I obviously like the taste of alcohol. I don’t have great expectations apart from a humungus miracle change. Better skin, a smaller waistline (my age+cava/beer/wine/chorizo/cheese=an ever-increasing circumference), bigger bank balance – 2″ taller and 5 years younger. I’ve been drinking the green sludge in the picture for a couple of days too, thanks to the advice of my friends in London. The Super Scum contains a cocktail of green stuff, usually found atop ponds and washed up on beaches, but apparently I need it in my life for more energy and a better immune system.
I went for a fabulous lunch yesterday in an Argentinian restaurant, Gaucho’s, with my ex (more about THAT later) and wanted nothing more than to have a giant glass of amazing red to go with my incredible lump of cow. I didn’t.
I’m going to tango tonight and this will also prove to be a challenge as I like nothing more than a glass or two of cava to fuel my ability and chatter.
I read this after going “knees up” myself last night.Gotta work on that willpower. Thanks for the chuckle. It makes willpower just that much easier.
You’re welcome Tom and thank you so much for posting my first comment! I’m very excited. x