It’s been 17 days.
17 days!
Seriously, 17 fucking days!
Since my last alcoholic drink – not that I’m counting.
I’m reformed!
Nah…
Although, I am surprised at how easy it’s been so far. When
I told people that this was my plan a couple of weeks ago, I was met with a
choir of naysayers.
“That’s stupid, why would you do that? I bet you don’t make it.”
Was what they said. Well fuck you naysayers. I’m on a roll – on the wagon, so to speak.
“That’s stupid, why would you do that? I bet you don’t make it.”
Was what they said. Well fuck you naysayers. I’m on a roll – on the wagon, so to speak.
There haven’t been many situations where it’s been a
particular problem either. Obviously there are times where normally I would
have a pint or whatever but I've abstained. Drinking a pint of coke in the
pub isn’t the same of course. I used to hate people who ordered soft drinks when
I worked behind a bar. Order a proper drink or get out. We have a coffee
machine but it’s just for show. It’s beer or nothing.
But, now I’m one of them.
However, so far, I’ve lost half a stone! Half a stone! Sorry, I
realise this blog is full of me repeating myself but this is a big deal! It’s
inspired me to make more of an effort in the gym and eat less shit.
Wait.
What the fuck?
What have I become?
I need a beer…
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