If I was not trying to quit drinking [forever] for a month, I would definitely drink a few whiskies and at least a half bottle of wine tonight. I haven't had a drink in a few days and my hangover-self is fading. Also I have reasons to celebrate-working out twice after school this week! Both mornings taking the dog out to play before work! A successful workshop I ran today with some teachers!
This will be the first time in a while to break that pattern of drinking the day after Sober Sunday. Husband is already home and has cracked a bottle open and might even have a drink waiting for me. I will say no. I have to say no.
I have a 45 minute bus ride to remember that yummy fun whiskys are not worth the risk; the risk of how it will ruin my next day.
Let me count the potential ways my tomorrow will be ruined if I were to drink tonight.
#1. I'll go to bed late and sleep like shit. Possibly take a half (I swear) sleeping pill to help and still kick the dog off the bed and get annoyed at husband's snores because I'm the one who can't sleep.
#2. I'll move slowly in the morning and not have time to take the dog out for a walk and fetch. She'll just get the back door opened and me pointing, telling her to go outside. She won't possibly get excercise until the next morning potential. Her hopeful face breaks my heart.
#3. After school I will skip Arabic class, lying about having to work late and go home on the early bus.
#4. Tomorrow is trivia night and I'll either skip out because I can't handle another late night and order in something unhealthy because I can't bear to cook. Or I'll go to trivia and start drinking beer, ear unhealthy pub food, feel good in the moment and have another day like this potential day. The poor sweet dog, it's killing me!