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Sixth day without a drink. This isn't unheard-of for me but it's not common either.
No real symptoms to note except a sort of twitchiness. And sugar craving. Ate a whole bag of ginger snaps yesterday. But I'm too scrawny, so that's all right.
I'm already reading more. That's good. One thing I have going for me is that I have a ton of books in my place I haven't read yet, and I'm easily distracted.
I had to replace a bottle of wine I nipped from a friend I'm house-watching for. Went to the wine shop, bought one (1!) bottle, left it where I found it in her place, walked away. So thumbs up for me on that. I can't get cocky, though. I have to deal with the issues of why I drink too much, not tell myself how OK I am.
I'm trying a moderation path for now, not an abstinence one. I hope it's OK to talk about that here. I don't want to trigger anybody who's struggling.
(Yes, I do know what happened to Audrey Kishline. Powerful cautionary tale, that. I do best with the carrot but I need a little stick in the background too. Oh well - at least I don't drive.)
The challenging part is that I'm a solitary drunk and I live alone. Well, with the cat, but she doesn't care whether I drink or not. (I'm a giggly, snuggly drunk, not a mean one. And sometimes ranty but she doesn't mind my politics.) So I have to care extra hard because no one's going to intervene or keep track on me.
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