Part of the reason for giving up alcohol was to determine whether or not I had created a habit change process that was robust enough to hold up in the face of a habit I thought I couldn’t break. It was. But. Many other things changed in my life at the same time. The process…
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Day 52: Getting off the Nail
The Howling Dog Story There was a young man walking down the street and happened to see a old man sitting on his porch. Next to the old man was his dog, who was whining and whimpering. The young man asked the old man “What’s wrong with your dog” The old man said “He’s laying…
Day 50: Ten lessons from the halfway mark
Fifty days behind me. Fifty days ahead of me. It seems the perfect day to stop and reflect on the things I’ve learned so far. Each of my past failures contributed something to this success. I learned a little each time and if I had spent more time working out what the lessons were, rather…
Day 48: Pausing for thought
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. Mahatma Gandhi Some days I experience harmony. Some days I don’t. What the last 48 days has taught me, though, is that I never experience harmony when I ‘medicate’ with something. Alcohol was a tool, a crutch, a habit,…
Day 47: All things get better
It’s Max’s 4th birthday today. When we first met him, he was 17 months old. He adored my husband James instantly but he barely tolerated me. I remember trying to bond with him, surrounded by social workers and foster carers, and feeling like world’s most useless human. I didn’t know how to change a nappy,…
Day 46: Without Resentment
It’s been a busy day. By way of stupendously poor planning, I ended up having to do this week’s work, next week’s work, bake a birthday cake, volunteer at a school disco and get Mini to and from another school disco and still get all the usual day to day stuff done. (I am now…
Day 45: No Wine Valentine
It’s Valentine’s Day. I hate Valentine’s Day but I still participate. Somehow, despite having a year-round loving relationship, James and I both fall into the trap of this commercial holiday. In years gone by, it was a great excuse to indulge in a lovely bottle (or two) of fizz. Under the heading of “it’s Valentine’s…
