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I’m currently sitting on my 16th day straight without alcohol, and I’m feeling quite proud.
It was more of a financial decision than anything else to go on the wagon. I have a few things I should really be saving cash for (a pending animation course, computer upgrades, a wedding in Thailand in less than six months time), not to mention a few debts to pay off.
The initial plan was to take two weeks off, and it was a struggle for the first few days but proved to be smooth sailing after that. I have no social events until my sister is in town for her birthday on the 16th of this month, so I will stay sober until then. That will make it an even 26 days booze free.
Every penny I would have spent on beer, shots, cab fare, entry fees and late night munchies is instead being re-directed into my credit card debt. Already the difference is noticeable, I think I can pay the damn thing off by the end of next week.
The diet is looking a damn sight better too. No chips or Kebabs (Yiros here in Adelaide) on the way home, no desire for a huge portion of greasy morning after takeaway, and certainly no raiding the pantry at 5am and eating a box of gravy powder, or drinking a bottle of ketchup, or cutting the McDonalds adverts out of a newspaper and chewing on those.
At 16 days, this is currently the longest I have gone without alcohol since 2002 – when I took a month off heavy carbohydrates (including all alcohol) due to a specialist’s recommendation.
Second longest was in London in 2005, when I managed to catch the mumps (and I had my workmate Gibbo to thank for that). I was bed ridden for two weeks, and I have to say that it was the worst I have ever felt. My glands were agonizingly swollen on both sides of my face, and I had feverish dreams every night. On one night I had the same recurring dream that Richard Dreyfuss and I were running an Exotic Flower shop – but it was really a front for our secret business, which was running guns for the mafia. Weird.
There were quite a few adults popping up with mumps in London at the time (there was a bit of an outbreak in the colleges), and the medical authority was concerned – so the doctor I saw gave me a swab test to use and then send off, kind of like CSI. The problem with catching mumps as an adult, is that the symptoms are so much more extreme. These include both good symptoms (it can make you sterile, no kids FTW) and bad symptoms (death). But anyway – I barely ate for 14 days let alone touch alcohol, and so that was my second longest time off booze in the 21st century.
Are you writing all of this down?
It was more of a financial decision than anything else to go on the wagon. I have a few things I should really be saving cash for (a pending animation course, computer upgrades, a wedding in Thailand in less than six months time), not to mention a few debts to pay off.
The initial plan was to take two weeks off, and it was a struggle for the first few days but proved to be smooth sailing after that. I have no social events until my sister is in town for her birthday on the 16th of this month, so I will stay sober until then. That will make it an even 26 days booze free.
Every penny I would have spent on beer, shots, cab fare, entry fees and late night munchies is instead being re-directed into my credit card debt. Already the difference is noticeable, I think I can pay the damn thing off by the end of next week.
The diet is looking a damn sight better too. No chips or Kebabs (Yiros here in Adelaide) on the way home, no desire for a huge portion of greasy morning after takeaway, and certainly no raiding the pantry at 5am and eating a box of gravy powder, or drinking a bottle of ketchup, or cutting the McDonalds adverts out of a newspaper and chewing on those.
At 16 days, this is currently the longest I have gone without alcohol since 2002 – when I took a month off heavy carbohydrates (including all alcohol) due to a specialist’s recommendation.
Second longest was in London in 2005, when I managed to catch the mumps (and I had my workmate Gibbo to thank for that). I was bed ridden for two weeks, and I have to say that it was the worst I have ever felt. My glands were agonizingly swollen on both sides of my face, and I had feverish dreams every night. On one night I had the same recurring dream that Richard Dreyfuss and I were running an Exotic Flower shop – but it was really a front for our secret business, which was running guns for the mafia. Weird.
There were quite a few adults popping up with mumps in London at the time (there was a bit of an outbreak in the colleges), and the medical authority was concerned – so the doctor I saw gave me a swab test to use and then send off, kind of like CSI. The problem with catching mumps as an adult, is that the symptoms are so much more extreme. These include both good symptoms (it can make you sterile, no kids FTW) and bad symptoms (death). But anyway – I barely ate for 14 days let alone touch alcohol, and so that was my second longest time off booze in the 21st century.
Are you writing all of this down?
posted by Beef at Thursday, May 07, 2009
1 Comments:
Dry and not high, goo work fellow - wallets and waistlines probably feel better. Should schedule a Sydney trip.
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