I feel like I should apologize.  It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here.  My excuses?  I’ve been busy, I’ve been lazy, I lost interest, I had nothing to write about.  All true.

It’s been 132 days since alcohol last touched these lips.  Strange.  No, I didn’t drink every day.  We were “weekend warriors.”  Every weekend, without fail.

One day after Lent began (a weekend day no doubt), Randy mentioned he thought he would skip the beer run altogether.  I thought it was a good idea, so I agreed.  I was tired of feeling like crap all weekend, every weekend.  I drank out of boredom and because I like to feed my head.  None of this was planned.  We simply started making a game of it by counting the days on the calendar.

As time went by, we both started noticing a difference in how we felt.  Our finances were a bit healthier as well.  Alcohol is expensive, have you noticed that?  I also managed to drop over 10 pounds.  Alcohol has lots of cals, have you noticed that?  Hmmm.

Yeah, I am proud.  BUT….there are still days (like today, the Saturday before the 4th of July holiday) where I would absolutely LOVE a tall Sam Adams Summer Ale or a Guinness over Bass on tap.  I won’t lie.  It’s tough.

We didn’t even drink while in our beloved Santa Fe this year.  Part of me felt resentment, although I knew the alternative would be even worse if I gave in.  How do other alcoholics do it?  I’m beginning to understand the credo “one day at a time.”

Oktoberfest is coming up.  We booked a room last year while we were in Fredericksburg.  How hard is THAT going to be?  I’m wondering if we should just cancel but I hate to deprive our friend Jeff.  Another tradition by the wayside.  If I thought Randy and I could “enjoy in moderation,” I wouldn’t think twice.  I just don’t believe it’s possible, the way our brains are wired.

Would someone please thump this devil off my shoulder?