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So here we are. I've managed to sign myself up for a month off the booze. It's gonna be a LONG month!
 
I've spoken to 2 kinds of people about this. The "Oh my word, no chance that's crazy" types and the "I don't drink that much anyway" ones; a few of whom will say "if it's that difficult to go a month, maybe you have a problem" but I'm sure there are more that think it!
 
I've fallen into the habit of drinking little and often. And sometimes lots and often...
 
So this is definitely going to be a challenge!
 
This morning, after a quiet night in with Les and Netflix I woke groggy. Eyes heavy, head light. Muscles aching for inexplicable reasons. I heard Sophie and her friend making pancakes (and a mess) downstairs. I should probably have gone to investigate and supervise. Instead I hunkered down in the hope that another hour of sleep would help, but was not surprised when it didn't.
 
I've had a feeling for a while I needed a break from the booze but it is hard when it becomes the default for all situations. Stressful day - wine. Something to celebrate - wine. Night in - wine. Night out - wine! When I've had a long day at work and running the kids about, I do feel better sitting down with a glass of wine. It's relaxing, helps me to unwind. And tastes really nice!
 
I've written myself a list of reasons giving up will be good, other than the obvious charitable element. Here are a few -
 
Better skin
More energy
Less calories
More money
 
You'd think that would be enough right there! Just hoping I'll notice some of these effects pretty quickly...
 
I'm going to tot up how much I think I would have spent along the way. Not just on alcohol, but on taxis from nights out coz I can't drive, anything else I'd buy as a result of being drunk/hungover. And I'm going to weigh/measure myself before and after. Hopefully all this will be enough to keep me busy and make this a little bit easier.
 
Would love you to sponsor me, http://www.gosober.org.uk/users/kate-raynor
 
Advice and good wishes also gratefully received!

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