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The last two days have been temptation after temptation. On Thursday afternoon, I got the job offer I've been waiting for. It was all I had asked and much more. I was flattered, overjoyed, and, of course, in a celebratory mood. Where did my brain go? CHAMPAGNE! Of course! Even after all I've been through in the last few weeks, I actually had this weird argument with myself about "Oh, just a few glasses won't hurt, then you can go back to abstinence, but this is a REALLY BIG DEAL." I even mapped out a plan on how to convince my husband that it was okay. But at that point, I came up short. Clearly, if I was resorting to some elaborate argument to convince my husband to let me drink, whatever the reason, it was NOT okay. So I called the first Grandma on the list (they circulated a new contact list last meeting). Not home. Second Grandma -- not home. Third was a Grandpa. He was home, and he was delighted to hear from me. I told him what I was thinking, and he said "Well now. My wife and I just celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. We had sparkling apple cider in the champagne glasses from our wedding. It didn't lessen our joy that we weren't dumping an addictive poison down our throats. Your celebration has nothing to do with alcohol. In fact, if you start drinking again, you will probably find that your good fortune deserts you. You can't start a new job with a hangover." Wow. I mean, wow. What perspective! Long and short, I didn't drink that night. We went out for a nice dinner at a seafood place with legendarily bad wine so I wouldn't be tempted. It was a great celebration without the booze.
Yesterday, my son and I went for our usual "mom and kid" lunch at the local pizza place. I almost always have a fat glass of pinot grigio with my greek salad during that Friday lunch. I had to sit in the parking lot, again talking myself out of that one glass ("just one, you can handle it"). Back to the Grandma and Grandpa phone tree. This time I got a Grandma, who said "Walk in, signal your usual waitress to come over, and say 'Hey, just iced tea today.' Nothing else is necessary, you don't owe anyone an explanation. Then call me back." She made it sound so simple, and that's exactly what I did. When I called back, she said "Now. There. Easy as pie. You didn't need that glass of wine, and you shouldn't be drinking in front of your child anyway." SLAP! OUCH! Sometimes the Grandmas are tough. (But she's right).
Today, our usual Saturday lunch out after errands. Another wine trigger. But, bless my husband, he got there before me and ordered us both bottles of San Pellegrino sparkling water and nice tall, frosted glasses with lime, which were on the table when I got there. And, truth be told, I was really thirsty after having gone to the garden center and Target etc. and that glass of cold Pellegrino was the most welcoming sight I'd ever seen. We didn't talk about wine or having it or not having it. It wasn't necessary.
So, my sober life continues with help. I am SO glad you guys pushed me to keep going to the meetings and to get phone numbers. I know, for sure, I would not have won those arguments with myself without help from the Grandma/Grandpa AAs.
Thanks for your support too. I wouldn't have gotten this far without the guidance and encouragement from all of you here in this group.
Much love -- MBD
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