Today is Day Four. And it’s a Sunday, which means that I’ve almost made it through my first dry weekend. I’ve actually had a wonderful weekend, despite my son being sick. It’s amazing how much more productive and happy I’ve been with a good night’s sleep and no hangover or lingering guilty feelings. I love it!
Today is Father’s Day, and shortly we will be headed over to my sister’s house for a cookout. And it will be an all out booze fest. But I’m prepared with my iced tea and my prepared speech (“Nope, not drinking today – trying to do something healthy for myself”) I know if I try to tell my family that I’m done drinking, they will make me feel somewhat guilty about it. My sister is a big boozer, and she literally pressures people into drinking with her. But I won’t be pressured. I’m tired of living life half-assed.