Well, that didn't work. Too much freedom, not enough time.
Matt has been on medication lately that doesn't allow for alcohol, and today was his last day. He's mentioned a few times how he'd like to drink some beer, so I picked up a six-pack on the way home. I told him it was a celebratory six-pack, but he said he had one pill left and couldn't drink until tomorrow. Guess who stepped up?
Right.
Back on Antabuse tomorrow.
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Going for some type of accountability here, because good Lord do I need it. It's slightly worse than I'll let on, but still much better than it could be.
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Hi Missy,
I'm glad to hear it, actually. Every once in a while I check on the definition of "moderate drinking" (to see if it's changed ;-) and it's always one drink a day for women. Not fair.. but it's the way we process alcohol. More than that can cause health problems.
It's a real trick to have just one a day.
Well, Mel, it is what it is. A sixer is not exactly falling off the deep end, but I recognize that you felt and feel that the Urges for Bottle had won that parry.
If you're anything like me (and we share some DNA, y'know) it is a decidedly slippery slope, once the seal is broken.
So, I applaud you for jumping back on the 'Buse Wagon. The trick is staying on it; it bucks like a mofo.
Lexi, that "to see if it's changed" made me laugh :)
Decidedly slippery indeed, Adam. Would you be surprised to know that I drank again Wednesday? And that I didn't stop at all with two? It's pretty clear to me now that I'm going to have to stay on it.
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