I always have slept with a giant glass of water on my nightstand. Sometime or multiple times in the night I would wake up and I would guzzle the whole glass down and re-fill it and go back to sleep. Must rehydrate as soon as possible-must start recovery.
In the last six weeks I still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, and I half-asleep panic and reach for that salvation water-must rehydrate...and then I don't drink because I don't want to have to pee or there isn't even a cup there anymore because I don't need it. I'm not dehydrated, I'm not starting damage control.
Another fading habit is the panic wake up-mental check list. Scanning the hungover stomach and head, the piecing together the memories of the night before to see If I remember going to bed. No more black outs! No more hearing secondhand about what Shelly did or said last night.
I've also loosened up on my type-A control of my eating and exercise. It hopefully is a fading habit or could be a phase of relaxing and forgiveness because [ ] is better than drinking. Ice cream? More camembert and bread? Yes, better than drinking. Not working out today, that's ok, I'm healthy by not drinking today. I think it is because the exercise and food control was needed for me to believe I was healthy and intact and the more my drinking was out of control, the more I focused my controls on the facades of health: food and health.
I've always enjoyed life, but it has been in the extremes and with force. I have found since drying out that I haven't needed to flex my will on my living as much. What a healthy six weeks!