I had my first intense craving last night, which surprises me, given how much I’ve been drinking. I suspect my hangover on Jan 27th was so bad that the memory of it was steadying my resolve. (Nothing like burying the weekend’s 3 empty bottles of scotch in the
trash so your partner doesn’t see them.). Anyway, yesterday after a dreadful work meeting, I walked home and couldn’t stop imagining how great it would be to drink some whiskey, just a small glass, and how much better I’d feel. The imaging was like a really beautiful awful music in my head. I wanted to try to figure out what kept me from doing it, drinking. I think reading the posts here really helped, so my thanks and gratitude for them. I also just didn’t want to reset my timer and I thought I’d feel so guilty and shitty the next day. So I made in through, but I can’t say it was because being sober at the moment felt all that great. Anyway, thanks for listening. I’m on my 18th day!