At the beginning of the year I declared my word for 2018 as ‘intention’. Rather than a set of milestones or achievements, I decided to live each day with intention. This meant aligning my daily actions to my values by taking smaller steps to working towards what I wanted to achieve in my life as a whole rather than ticking said items off a list. It is working for me so far, but this meant changing my ways to making:
- intentional choices about food which aligned with my tolerance for cruelty to animals,
- intentional choices about reducing my waste and not ignoring plastic on the street,
- doing something small to progress my Hotels With Cats Mission each day, and
- doing something each day for my health.
One of the things I had to tackle to achieve this last point was to drastically reduce alcohol intake. I decided to aim for six months off. At the end of last year, I was in an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. Call it what you will, an addiction, a dependence or a habit might be a little extreme. But again it might not be. Here is the thing, I was drinking A LOT. A bottle or so with The Ginger Hunk a few times a week, add-on a few beers each session, then weekends would be spent being even more boozy at least two of the days. I can name about five occasions when a hangover hit me like a ton of bricks and I ended up super sick and wasting an entire day. I hated this. I freaking hated myself for it. I would never get that day of my life back again. (Coming back to the intention thing, is this what I intended for my life?)
Despite this feeling of regret I would again order a case/bottle/have-just-one and then it would be gone.
The same cycle.
The same regret.
Stopping for a while until the next hangover hit me or training missed.
I was feeling sluggish, overweight, tired and anxious.
But, wasn’t it extreme to give up all together?
Couldn’t I reduce my intake without giving up for six months?
Was I classified an alcoholic to need to give it up all together?
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