I’m on day one, but already thinking about some of the bad stuff I won’t miss. In the past I’ve forgotten some of those things- and that led to slip-ups.
Cotton mouth in the morning
Cringing at Facebook activity
Feeling guilty
The list could go on and on- feel free to add to it!
I’m not missing wine stains on my pjs, dirty kitchen and a sickly feeling… 
Yes! Stinky beer can sink here- with lots of empties.
I don’t miss waking up covered in piss, hungover, hating myself for anything I heard I did during my blackouts.
From booze, I don’t miss the confused looks I used to get from my daughter when after a few drinks, my personality would change, and the dad she really likes would change into something she didn’t like nor understand.
From porn, I won’t miss feeling bad about myself for supporting an industry that objectifies and abuses women. I won’t miss not feeling like I can’t look the women in my life in the eye. I won’t feel like I never got over being a horny teenage boy. I’m sure there will be more that I realize after I’ve managed some distance from it that I can’t even fathom right now.
I won’t miss feeling like shit, when you’re hungover hating yourself already for all the shit you did the night before, and on top of that missed work! It took at least three days for me to pull myself together again. In the mean time I would lock myself up in a dark room barely eating with no shower, in complete disbilief, bad thoughts crossing my mind, it was hell! I can’t go there again.
I had about forgot what it feels like to wake up WITHOUT a hangover. Definitely won’t miss those!
I’m on day 70 and i read this when I’m having a day where I’m wanting to drink.
I don’t miss waking up and hitting the snooze button 5 times until I was at the very last mercy of the clock where I had 10 minutes to drag myself to the shower while I scrubbed my hair while on my knees puking. I’d throw anything on and brushed my hair on my way to work. I always kept a toothbrush, eye drops, mascara…etc in my desk to make a hungover attempt to make myself look like presentable death.
I don’t miss sitting at work falling asleep wondering what time I fell asleep the night before, swearing that I’ll NEVER drink again and that I’m going to work out and eat healthy!!! I’d mentally make all these plans to get enough sleep and wake up early so I wasn’t such a hot mess when I got to work.
I don’t miss all that mental prep, including taking a different path home so I wouldn’t have to drive past the liquor store to find myself stopping at the liquor store. Just to either drink away the anxiety or to celebrate ONE sober day, shit I’d find a reason to drink no matter what! I’m a pretty manipulative person when I’m battling myself. Then the cycle starts all over.
Almost every day I’d drink myself into a blackout, never ended well. Never! I’d eat an entire bag of chips and dip for dinner followed by a box of cereal then whatever drunk concoction I could put together because I was an executive chef when I was drunk - I think my last one impressed me the most. I think it was chicken Alfredo with crunched up pretzels on it and I’m pretty sure I added ketchup on top, it was either that or hot sauce. Couldn’t tell you because I don’t remember! Lol
But what I don’t miss the most. The text messages with my teenage daughter the next day and finding out what I did, the things I said, the places I threw up. I don’t miss the gut wrenching anxiety that made me cry on the way to and from work because of my blackout actions and having NO idea what they were but I knew they were there. I don’t miss being a week away from payday and calculating how many bottles I can buy with what little money I had left. How I was going to get thru the next paycheck and pay the least amount of bills I could and not have anything disconnected but be able to buy my bottles. I don’t miss not having groceries and a dirty house because I was too occupied. The over draft fees, the bruises because I fell, things around the house getting broke, the constant need to hide my bottle and forgetting where it was the next morning, the times I drove and swore to myself that I would NEVER do that EVER again!!! The rage that accompanied my alcohol turned me into a monster.
I don’t want to be a professional drinker and dragging myself thru life having no happy memories, but wanting to erase anything I’ve ever remembered because it was all something I’ve done while drunk.
No more Mr.Devil!!! No more.
Many recognition. Thanks.
Letting friends and family down. Saying “yeah I’ll be there” never knowing whether I would be. Or what state I would be in if I was. Wasting so much money. So many days. So many opportunities.
So many, many things I don’t or won’t miss that it’s a wonder I end up hitching another ride on the drunk ferris wheel:
Physically, I don’t miss feeling dehydrated or looking like total garbage.
Mentally, I don’t miss the crippling anxiety that comes the day or two after. I end up having days of feeling like I am going to pass out at any moment from the anxiety, it’s absolutely aweful.
Emotionally, I don’t miss the anger. I tend to be an angry or at least crabby drunk.
Spiritually, I don’t miss the guilty conscience that comes with lying and hiding my drinking.
Financially, I don’t miss worrying how I will make it to the next paycheck or watching my savings dwindle down bc all my money is going to booze and drunk food.
I won’t miss wasting another beautiful day stuck in my bed rolling in agony or in the bathroom sick. I won’t miss worrying my friends and family or disappointing myself. I could go on…
Don’t miss forgetting the lies I told just to have to make more up to cover the first ones.
I wont miss the fear and anxiety of wondering when my next really bad drunken episode is going to happen…one too many at an airport bar and missing a flight crying through the airport…getting too drunk with a coworker and wondering what crazy thing i said…going into a drunken depression and acting in self destructive ways.
I won’t miss sitting alone in an empty parking lot with a bottle of rum crying and chain smoking cigarettes wondering “why me”. Long drunken night drives that should’ve never happened. I won’t miss those at all.
I could probably go on all day with the things I don’t/won’t miss. Here are the top ones for me.
I won’t miss waking up with my eyeballs feeling like peeled, dried out hard boiled eggs that are filled with angry bees blasting dub step.
I wont miss needing my sunglasses just to open a fridge…
I won’t miss being found asleep in the middle of the day and pretending I’m just really tired because -----> insert some make believe ---- Definitely not because I’m already drunk noooo.
I won’t miss the exchanges with the guy at my local corner shop when I go in at 8:30am for a bottle of vodka every day over the course of weeks… and having to go to various different shops in my area to buy more vodka because I don’t want the first guy to think I finished that one already…
Spending what seems like 90% of my disposable income on alcohol. I can buy nice stuff now! Only at about 30 days but I can already afford at least one really nice thing that I’ve needed for ages!
I got really bad dry itchy skin during my really bad weeks. Won’t miss that.
Onwards and upwards!
I won’t miss trying to piece together what happened the night before, wondering how I got all these bruises or the occasional black eye, and avoiding my friends and family because I don’t remember what I said or did around them.
Many recognitions,thanks for sharing