Day 30

I once took a speech class, and on the day of my first presentation, I emailed the instructor and informed her that I was sick. I never went back to the class... Last week I traveled for work to give an update presentation on my work project. It's early days in the year-long project, and …

Day 29

How I think it sounds when I say I don't drink anymore: "Hi, my name is Jen and I have an uncontrollable urge to grab your drink and slam it right down my throat. My life is recovering from shambles, and I am totally deserving of the mental label you're now assigning me that says …

Day 28

Last night I picked up my daughter from daycare, and my friend/provider Patricia asked what the date was, and if it was the first of October yet (so I could have a drink with her). I hesitated, but then just said "you know, I think I'm done. . . " I think I could sense …

Day 27

27 days 🙂 Things are going so well that I fear I'm going to start bartering with myself. That my brain will start looking for excuses and reasons to drink. Clearly if I can go 27 days relatively easily, then I have a good handle on not drinking, and could probably handle a drink occasionally, right? …

Day 21

Quick update! Traveling for work and I am beat. I didn't drink today, even though it would have been easy to get away with. Nobody cared or really even noticed. I had definitely stressed over that being an issue. I'm in the clear!!

Day 19

This weekend was tough. It presented two great opportunities to drink, and I came close to saying 'eff it' twice. Here I am on Monday morning, proud of myself for not drinking, but also having to seriously consider how close I came. If it wasn't for Snapchat, of all things, last night I probably would …

Day 12

Things I've done so far without drinking: Visited for 45 minutes with my friend/daycare provider. She drank a glass of wine and we talked about great happy hours and build-your-own bloody mary bars. She still thinks I'm just not drinking in September. Did not correct her when she verbalized this assumption. I'm a wimp, and …

I’m just tired. . .

I grew up in a drinking household. Not a dysfunctional alcoholic rage household, but I grew up with two parents that drank. I have early memories of getting my dad a beer. If we shook it just enough, we were allowed to sip the foam from the top. If we shook it too much, we'd …

Day 6

Not a typo. . . I'm on day 6. I had a glass of wine last Wednesday night. And then I had a bottle once I got home. I'm weak, flawed, blah blah blah, but it's now day 6 and I return to my blog with a renewed sense of being alright. I made it …