I was taking to my dad yesterday and happened to mention I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol since March. He was shocked and even said “really?” in disbelief. I had told him the reason I decided to stop, but he must have figured I crept back to it. He even mention how he knows I like to drink, geez really dad? He knows I’m really stressed and even wondered if I could go out to dinner with my husband and have a glass of wine. Part of me thought sure he’s giving me permission to drink. I explained that if I did then I would have no problem buying wine and having maybe a glass a night, which would eventually turn back to 3 and I’d be back to square one.
My father has drank daily for years, but he doesn’t have an alcohol problem. He has one beer a night, maybe two once in awhile, his problem is really food. He will snack constantly and then eat meals. I love food too, so I have to be careful with that too.
My father said he didn’t think I was an alcoholic and honestly I hate labels. I was dependent on alcohol in order to deal with life. I now know I have to deal with stress and aggravation in better ways. I’ve been exercising a lot, not seeing huge results yet, but I feel good about myself.
I don’t know if I’ll ever drink again, I just try to get through each day. I know it’s the standard cliche, but it works.