So here I am at Day 16. A full fortnight of sobriety under my belt and here is what I know so far:
1) I feel like I totally got this schizle handled....right up until I don't. Seriously, I am fine so long as there are no bumps in the road, and I am still no expert in preventive bump identification. But so far, when I DO hit them I have been able to stop myself long enough to listen to a podcast. or read a sober blog, or to administer a piece of chocolate or an olive or a shot of chocolate milk, etc. So far.
2) I am having to say no to a LOT of things. No more Facebook, CNN or New Yorker (esp. with this m-f'ing election in full swing). No going to certain restaurants where I always had a mai-tai, or vodka cranberry or Captain n'diet. Never Captain n'diet. Never. Just NO. No concerts, no parties, no brunch anywhere I have ever had brunch before (because of the shady little mimosas- sneaky little bastards). In addition there are a couple of friends I will be avoiding for at least another month.
3) Boyfriend drinks a lot more than I realized. This is readily apparent over the last week and it is extremely troubling.
4) When I subtract my drinking friends from my friend total, I have very few friends. Oddly, I am ok with this, I truly am. Why is that? Well, I think it is because it is going to take a while for the 'real' me to show up. I am very excited to find out who she is, but I also know that this process is going to take a while. I left 'real' me behind waaaaay back in high school, when I decided to become some twisted version of a chameleon. A girl who would go to any lengths, bottle up any unwelcome emotion/reaction/opinion, twist herself up into any shape necessary to stay invisible and avoid conflict. A girl who would happily trade self for affection.
5) All TV shows from this decade have their characters walking through life with a glass of wine or a bottle of beer in their hand. WTF? How did I never notice this?
6) It is too early to look back at all of the many, many, many mistakes and what-ifs of my life with alcohol. Looking back at past behavior, incidents, disasters is akin to looking directly into the sun. It burns and I know that if I contemplate all of that now, I will get a wicked case of the fuck-its. The only way to look right now is forward, what's next, what can I contribute now? And most importantly: how long until I can go to bed and get to Day 17?
This is hard, but I want it more than anything. So fuck how hard it is and do it anyway.