We took a road trip with the boys this weekend.
The hotel room brought a courtesy bottle of champagne up after we checked in.
My husband doesn’t drink champagne and I didn’t want it.
I can’t believe I’m typing this but I DIDN’T WANT THE CHAMPAGNE AT ALL!
The popping of the cork
The fizzy bubbles
The fancy champagne flutes
It didn’t strike an urge for me like it normally would. I didn’t romanticize it at all.
It feels SO good to pass up on stuff like that.
A year ago I would have glugged it ALL down, which would have started a downward spiral of me wanting more and more and more to drink.
Road trips are meant for overindulging, right?!
And then, like clockwork, I would have spontaneously started a fight with my husband about an hour and a half after my last drink. The night would have gone down in flames, and I would have probably woken up to a cold shoulder and the dreaded question:
Do you want to apologize for what you said last night? UGH THE WORST
The kids woke up at 6 a.m. - because of course they did! They were super stoked because it snowed like crazy where we were staying. And I was - for the most part - more than ready to start the day with them.
If you are struggling, please know that it takes time to rewire your brain from thinking you need alcohol at every turn. Be patient with yourself and immerse yourself in sober stories and read as much as you can about how much someone’s life changes the instant they decide not to give so much power to alcohol. It can happen. xoxo