Day 1
Part of me knows that the Dry January is over before it can even begin. When I told my friend James that I’m doing dry January he told me why on earth would I suffer from such a self inflicted misery and that he would never put himself through a torture like this.
It truly is heartbreaking to think of all the good memories that a decent drink normally brings along. Enjoying a lovely glass of wine whilst reading a good book and cuddling up with my cats on the sofa... Or having a perfectly well matched glass of red with a nice piece of steak for dinner. I love to cook and a lot of food I make contain wine in the cooking process. It’s often the rule that half bottle goes into the cooking sauce while sipping the other half from a glass…
It really does feel like a break up.
It also doesn’t help that we had JUST stocked up our wonderfully stylish wine racks and white wine fridge with a great selection of fine wines. We knew we had to beat the rising prices after Brexit so we made sure we had a nice collection purchased before the prices skyrocket. The silver lining to all this is that with my Dry January these racks and that fridge actually will stay nicely full and presentable. After all, there’s nothing more embarrassing than an empty wine rack.
So, why the hell am I doing it?
Well, the truth is, sometimes it’s way too easy for this one glass of wine to turn into two or three or four. Carla and I can barely open a bottle of wine and not finish it on the same day.
Most of the time, luckily, we remain well behaved and well within the limits, and sure enough, there have always been couple of non-boozy days in the week, which is probably one of the only reasons I think that I'm not an alcoholic. But then again, there are these other days, when this one cup of mulled wine at lunchtime turns into several more drinks throughout the day until you crash at 9pm in front of the TV and wake up in the middle of the night with a dry throat and cannot go back got sleep, and you realise, that besides sipping cocktails all day long there really wasn’t much more to the day.
Gosh, I do hope I’ll have the willpower to go as long as possible. I feel that my mind and body are like a used pencil that desperately needs a sharpener, and non-alcoholic couple of weeks should help.
If I manage to lose couple of kilos of Christmas fat along the way would be a massive bonus.
So, here we go, wish me luck! Day 1.
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