The name says it all. I’m giving up booze for 30 days. Laying off the sauce! Hopping on the wagon! Getting dry! Finding my weekends! Today is day one and… it sucks.
I drink at minimum 10-15 drinks per week. Most of that comes from wine. I crack open a bottle while cooking dinner and generally down two to three glasses over the course of the evening. If I’m going out or to a party, I drink more. According to the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism, this makes me a “heavy” or “at-risk” drinker.
I don’t think I’m a huge boozer. If anything, I’m on the moderate side for a New Orleanian. I love drinking wine and chopping vegetables and eating dinner. It’s one of the highlights of my day. But I wonder if I’d feel better if I wasn’t getting a little drunk every night. Maybe that isn’t good for like, my liver. Or my complexion. The calories aren’t doing anything for my waistline. I do notice on the rare nights I don’t drink, I sleep better.
So Bryan suggested this 30 day experiment, and I took him up on it. It’s 9:23 p.m. and I am stone-cold sober. I can’t shut off my work brain. Here I am blogging after a full day at Gambit World HQ. I feel so restless. Drinking is a really great “off” switch when it comes to relaxation.
So anyway…day one DONE, 29 to go.