601 days alcohol-free.
$3,435 saved ($40 a week).
Last drank on January 31 2018.
(Stats from my Nomo app data.)
I don’t miss it. Alcohol doesn’t seem comforting or pleasurable to me like some people think it is for them (or the advertisements make us want to believe).
I don’t just look at the buzz and high of the first hour or two.
I see all the guilt, regret, anxiety, expense, conflicting thoughts, desperation, sickness, insomnia.
Douglas Adams wrote a book entitled, “The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul”. To me, that phrase can describe when the sun is nearly over the yardarm and you want to start drinking to stop the worry and stop feeling crappy about everything – to get a quick buzz like a rat in a science experiment in the 1940s.
That’s alcohol. That’s the result of chemical effects the day after you drank (again).
It’s not your fault you can’t moderate. Totally not your fault.
Alcohol is to blame.
It’s lovely to NOT drink. Not to desperately reach for a fake high that messes up your already borked chemistry.
It’s lovely to look forward to feeling tired in the evening and ready for rest and relaxation.
Zenmode 
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