Days without alcohol: 0.

Yep. Last night I had about 3 pints of alcohol. I say “about three”, as I didn’t finish two of them.

I went out for Trudy’s birthday drinks and curry, and alas due to a combination of not really remembering why I was not drinking combined with having beers literally put under my nose (ya bastards :) ), I thought about things and decided “Sod it”. So I had a couple of beers.

And you know what? I genuinely didn’t think too much of them. Maybe it was cos I’d already had three pints of diet coke, or maybe it’s cos the beer in the pub was a bit dodgy (although the Cobra in the curry house was bottled and surely fine), but I didn’t actually enjoy the taste, really.

Still, that’s that done now. But I’ve realised that I need to cut down on beer, and that’s what I’m going to do. For example, I’m being “desi” today at Rob’s birthday party, so won’t be drinking. And I think that’s a service I’m going to offer more often.

So, today’s a sad day in some ways, but a good one in others as I’ve stopped essentially punishing myself for reasons I’d forgotten.

Now, to get some exercise and eat properly. My blood pressure’s higher than Kilimanjaro at the mo, and it’s actually making sleep difficult. Erk!

Toodles for now!

Pat

Days without alcoho… ah, forget it!
Feeling: Okish.
Song in head: Toto – Africa. I blame referring to Kilimanjaro.