6 days sober here - almost ALMOST gave in tonight. I didn’t have a bad day. I wasn’t stressed. I got off work and decided to go get a pedicure. While I was there the lady asked if I’d like a glass a wine (my usual). I declined and opted for water instead. An hour goes by, I’m relaxing and decide to go ahead and throw a manicure in as well. I text my fiancé since I’ll be a while longer asking if he’d like me to pick up dinner for us and the kids. We throw around a few ideas and land on one of my favorite Mexican restaurants… which also happens to have really good margaritas. I actually typed to him that a marg sounded good (I haven’t told him I’m trying to stop, joined this app, etc.). He totally said “get one at the bar while you wait for the food!” I sat there for the next 45 minutes, getting my manicure talking myself in and out of that margarita. Maybe I should wait in my car for the food. Perhaps one Margarita wouldn’t be bad. Nah, skip the Margarita. But make a Moscow mule when you get home!! For 45 minutes. I never made a concrete decision and left for the restaurant. It’s 32 degrees outside here, I hate the cold and the closest parking spot I could find to the restaurant was clear on the other side of the strip center. There was no way in hell. So I went home. And ordered us delivery. And here I am… 5 hours later… sober He works in mysterious ways and I’m very thankful for that tonight.
Sorry for the long post … here’s a fried potato