Sometimes the desire to not drink can be even more insistent than the desire to drink.
I'm in one of those phases right now. I'm really enjoying the not-drinking. I think it's useful, necessary to my mental and spiritual health at the moment (although it's not, as yet, doing anything to trim those pounds I piled on during the World Cup). I think I could keep it up for a good long time. And I find myself irked by people trying to lead me astray from this path I have chosen for myself for this month.
I'm in one of those phases right now. I'm really enjoying the not-drinking. I think it's useful, necessary to my mental and spiritual health at the moment (although it's not, as yet, doing anything to trim those pounds I piled on during the World Cup). I think I could keep it up for a good long time. And I find myself irked by people trying to lead me astray from this path I have chosen for myself for this month.
I had allowed myself to be cajoled into granting myself one 'exception' to the rule of abstinence, a solitary night when I might drink (heavily!) - in order to indulge a mate who only gets to go out on a binge once or twice a year.
As Fate would have it, he disappeared without a trace yesterday, so I was spared the anticipated ordeal after all. And I was so relieved: I really do not want to drink this week.
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