Before alcohol took center stage in my life, I was a fitness freak. In fact, that helped me keep drinking because I told myself that no one who has a drinking problem can possibly go to the gym or run. It fed my denial. I was in denial. I didn’t want to be an alcoholic.
Yesterday, I was feeling rather reflective and somewhat regretful and also wanting to shout from a mountaintop. I am so much happier and better living sober. I can’t even fully describe it. It isn’t a pink cloud moment. It is more an awakening – a slow one – but an awaking. After being out with
Early this week we had one day of spring before the rain clouds rolled in and I was so pleased to find that after over a year alcohol free, tipping my face to the hot sun felt simply lovely without triggering the desire for a cold glass of white wine. Freedom is bliss! Good Sunday