I hit 52 last week and tore it up as I usually do. With the household situation the last year, I've done a lot of reflection and my old coping skill was to grab a smoke to level off any anxiety. Three years ago, I realized those coffin nails were going to kill me and I gave them up. One of the hardest things I had to quit. Unfortunately in my reflections, I also realized I never went without a drink for more than probably 3 days... like since High School. I've tried to dry up here and there, but 3 days later, I always at minumum grabbed at least a beer.
I finally said I was going to try to stay dry for a month. My goal would be a week at a time and if I could hit a month, then possibly try to go another.
With the current family dynamics, this was probably as bad as a time as any to try and quit my favorite vice of all, but if I can do this, I'll have conquered some demons in some of my darkest times which adds some weight to my personal accomplishment. I'm realizing I can't control my current situation with the household dynamics at the moment, but I can control what I do to myself. It's not helping my current grumpy attitude, but I feel things getting better as I now hit my first dry week. I know, it doesn't sound like much, but for me it is. If anything, my Liver is probably rejoicing like it's 1999! lol
Anyway, I just feel like I needed to share since I kind of been less engaged in the forum lately and I can use some brotherly support.
Thanks for listening guys.