Hi all .. just a quick post, realised I'm feeling a bit odd and want to write it out to examine what's going on. Have decided that I'm going to buy a packet of cigarettes in the grocery shop today and have a sneaky one before I pick the kids up at 3pm. Haven't had a ciggy since Christmas when I was indulging a little, like it was my 'treat' for getting through the silly season without booze. Some stern talk from my lovelies out in the blog-o-sphere helped me decide that was bloody stupid and I stopped before it became an intrenched habit. But now I've decided I want one or two. That I 'need' one or two, or 'deserve' it or something.
Also feel like getting a Red Bull (!!shock horror!!).. I dunno .. this seems kind of minor and silly but the truth is I'm feeling a bit weird and ... vulnerable...?
It's all this talk of the one year soberversary which is looming. I suddenly feel very overly aware of my 'point of difference' again, my sobriety, my living a dry life. I feel like it's all very tenuous and delicate.
Mr D had a MONSTER glass of red wine after work yesterday (it was the only one he had but it was probably actually more like 2 1/2 glasses in one glass, it was that big). It sat on the edge of the bench for 10 minutes or so while he helped get the boys to bed and .. I walked past it a couple of times .. and fuck it was really like looming large in my vision.
And then I let myself totally imagine just grabbing it and sculling it down real fast. It wasn't an entirely pleasant imagining but I totally went there in my mind. Like .. it would be just so easy.
Fuck. This is annoying. But anyway...
So, off to buy some cigarettes. You know, for a treat.
And don't worry .. there's nofuckingway I'm going to actually have a drink because I don't do that because I'm an alcoholic and I'm way better off with that booze out of my life and I love being sober and I'm proud of myself and other people are proud of me and oh yes aren't I so clever and strong wow oh wow look at me clever sober fucking clever sober me.
Off to have a ciggy now.
Love, Mrs D xxx