I’ve done it. I’ve gotten over the hump.
The “hump”, as I call it, is the first three days getting my mind adjusted to the fact that there will not be overflowing glasses of wine while I cook dinner, or two or three martinis while I watch a movie before falling asleep for the night. The hump is hard.
I have to constantly remind myself that I, in fact, do not have to have a drink. That there will still be opportunities for drinks in the future, if I so choose, and the world hasn’t suddenly depleted its wine reserves. It’s a whole body transformation.
My Navy son has come home to visit before joining the fleet and I’ve been his chauffeur. Normally, I’d have to gauge when I could pop open the wine bottle by when I’d be done driving for the day. “Just three more hours, then I can drop him off and relax with some drinks.” I’ve had to alter that thinking completely.
What I’ve noticed since I’ve quit drinking:
- I have more energy
- I wake up earlier
- I sleep better
- I can drive whenever I want
- My memory is improving
- I’m able to be fully present in the moment
- I’m able to deal with my problems-my head will NOT implode
- I’ve developed an obsession for iced tea
I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure I could do it-I did not set a time frame as to how long I’d quit. I just let myself go with the flow and that seems to be working for me. So far, the benefits outweigh my desire to have a warm comfy buzz and I love that! I feel the need to become healthy, and I will go back on a diet once my son leaves at the end of the week. I wanted to be kind to myself so I’ve had ice cream twice and a couple of other treats.
I think the biggest misconception I had about not drinking is my weight-I thought for sure I’d be dropping some pounds. Sadly, no, this hasn’t happened. On the contrary, I’ve been gaining and it’s not the ice cream. Somehow, I think because alcohol dehydrates the body, I’m showing what my actual weight is on the scale. I weighed more while I was drinking but since I was in a constant state of dehydration, I was less on the scale. Well, now that I’ve replaced alcohol with iced tea, I’m no longer dehydrated and now find myself faced with the fact that I’m just plain fat. But that’s alright! I can do this! I can face obstacles better now that my mind is clear.
I draw on the strength of my grandma. She was an alcoholic who drank throughout the day, everyday, to deal with my grandpa’s health issues. He wasn’t alway kind to her, and quite often would say hurtful things to her. She drank more and more until she found herself in the hospital with her doctor telling her to quit the booze or die. She’d developed diabetes and her numbers were sky-high, as well as her blood pressure. She decided then and there that she’d quit drinking and never go back. I admire my grandma for so many things and this is one of them. I do think that there was a certain determination that one only achieved after having survived The Great Depression.
I have a lot going on. I’m dealing with a criminal/drug infestation in the property next door that seems impossible to overcome. My husband had just pulled into the driveway and heard a commotion in the garage so he shouted at them to shut the fuck up and as soon as those words left his mouth, several people ran out of the garage and towards the alley where one guy started beating on his girlfriend. My son and his macho buddies with their crowbars, knives, and various other instruments just stood there while they waved their objects but didn’t do a damn thing. This “friend” of theirs continued to wail on the girl as my husband ran up, pulled the guy off of her, and proceeded to go Marine on him. He didn’t need to lay a finger on him-the drill instructor shouting as he was nose to nose with this piece of trash was enough. He told him to get out of here and never come back and the punk said he was taking his girlfriend with him. Robert said that, in fact, she would not be leaving with him and that he’d better take a hike. I’m paraphrasing, of course.
This is just one of many instances of the activity I deal with on an almost daily basis.
The oldest son’s court date has been pushed back until May 30 because the D.A. brought in a new prosecutor. It’s basically starting from the beginning and I’m so frustrated with the state. The county is willing to bend over backwards to help him get on some sort of aid-a phone, housing, etc., but they aren’t willing to make him have some real consequences. The kid needs rehab. I refused to pay for it with our insurance because:
- Kaiser has ridiculous rehab services
- Our particular plan is outrageously expensive
- If the county wants to support him, let them pay for rehab
- He’d be better off in a Salvation Army rehab where he has to work to earn his keep
- I’m not going to be his damn taxi
I talked to his social worker/assessment coordinator yesterday-I didn’t care for her tone. You’d think with a degree in Social Work, a person might develop skills to be social. She failed that class, apparently, because she basically ordered me to call Kaiser and find out what the insurance would pay for as far as drug rehab services. I obliged, but when she called back to find out what I’d discovered, I told her forget it, I’m not paying for it. She told me she had a long list of places she could try to as she said this I’m thinking to myself, Bitch, why didn’t you just start there instead of me doing your damn job? I wasn’t feeling especially social, either.
With alcohol, I can numb my mind, relax my body, feel less inhibited. I’m finding that I don’t need or want that as much. I need to be more aware, especially when finding myself in a den of thieves and addicts-I need to keep my wits about me.
I poured out the remaining contents of the wine bottle sitting atop my counter. Then I made some bacon.
I haven’t had one drop in 2 weeks.