The end of June. Hmmm....
Didn't make it 30 days without having wine. Didn't blog everyday either.
Still didn't drink 20 of those days, though, which is a huge improvement since I started really reducing again in May. But could have done better.
Sort of punted on vacation. Thought I might be able to resist but then I didn't. I feel a little guilty for indulging but I guess that's to be expected. The good news is that I am not in a state of self loathing.
I know it would be easier to give it all up but for now I'm content with managing the fight.
And I had an awesome time on vacation. We were gone 6 days, 2 of which were travel days. In the remaining 4 days I cantered a horse, fished, hiked and kayaked. I now need a vacation from my vacation. I did have wine though. But I was up cheery and clear headed everyday at 6am, ready for that days adventure. I loved the time the hubs and I got alone. The last time the hubs and I were able to take a truly alone vacation was back in 2016 when I wasn't drinking. Surprisingly both were fun. Alcohol really isn't necessary.
But I'm still fat and still drinking more than healthy, or considered normal, when I do drink. I admit, it felt fun to let go without letting go too much. But now, getting back in the saddle will be tough again. It always is.
I suppose I'll keep plodding along until I get tired of this, as others have.
I'm a little stressed at having to go get an MRI after my mammogram. But I've been in this rodeo before.....mammo, MRI, ultrasound....come back in 6 months, do it again. Lumps and bumps. At least they are monitoring for changes and have baselines but it's always a bit nerve wracking. Not exactly a great excuse for imbibing this past week, but it's my excuse. I own it.