My New Adventure

Today is Day 88.  I am in my late 50's now. As we age, we have less water in our bodies and alcohol affects us more. Also, I have hot flashes. When I drink more than one glass of wine (and I never understood the point of one glass), my hot flashes get worse. I wake up in the night.

But that's not the real reason why I quit.  I quit because I saw that I was drinking to self-medicate and self-soothe.  I was going through a hard time (moving in with my new SO and all the rough patches that come with that), and I was drinking to escape. It didn't help that my SO keeps cases of wine in the house, so I could easily start drinking before he got home. You know the story....not pretty at all.

I am staying sober for MYSELF. I am staying sober because it is a beautiful wonderful thing! It is the next beautiful step in my life.  Last July, I started a mindful yoga practice every morning.  Stopping drinking is just another step in my journey towards a fuller, more authentic life.

It is a slippery slope, isn't it? Very scary. Alcohol has scared the living daylights out of me.

I am writing because I want to become a part of the community. I want to give and receive support. I am a very positive person: I have done a lot of improbable things -- like run a half marathon in my fifties -- primarily on the power of positive thinking!

I am looking forward to feeling more secure in my sobriety. I am looking forward to connecting with more people through the blogs.

Mere

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