Here’s the trickiest bit for me. Usually at this time on a Saturday I’d be excited for the evening’s drinking (thinly disgiused as looking forward to a nice Saturday evening with my wife in front of the TV with a treat to eat). The fridge would be full of wine, glasses chilling next to it. Takeway choice agreed on but for me, left until much later as, for maximum alcohol effect I make sure I drink on an empty stomach.
So now, on day 2 of being sober, I’m getting fear of missing out pangs.
So instead of thinking about missing out on that, I’m reminding myself that, by not drinking, I’m only actually missing out on:
Spending around £40 on wine (after ordering another on delivery at about 11:30pm)
Eating an expensive takeway alone, either cold, or warmed up and not being aware enough to enjoy it.
Bingeing on snacks from the cupboards and fridge (even though I’m not hungry)
Waking up tomorrow morning feeling panicky, heart-racing, trying to recall what I drank/spent/ate/said/watched on TV then walking into a messy kitchen with empty bottles of wine on the side and spending the day sat on the sofa not wanting to do anything, feeling crap and promising I won’t do it again.