I'll die sober and smiling

That's what - a month and three days with no alcohol and I feel pretty good. No desperation, none of the old shakes or sweats but I suppose that they might pop up, now and again.

One thing that does annoy me. When I first gave up, 14th September, 2009, I was off the drink for thirteen months and there was no problem at all, until........... Well, you've all heard the story before. If that story hadn't been there to be written, I would have been sober for about two and a half years. Just now though, a month.

I will get there though. I'll get past the two and a half years and I'll be smiling. I intend to get past ten years while sober and smiling.

I'll die sober and smiling.

Then I'll have fun :))

Drifting away

I've stayed away from the evil drink for just over sixteen weeks now and I must admit that the feelings of pride and pleasure that I would normally experience, having been off the drink for so long are drifting away. Perhaps there is a little boredom involved as it is no longer a problem - or so it seems, is that really part of the trap?

At least I am aware that when you have a problem with alcohol, you have to remain on your toes, it's just too easy to see yourself as "Cured" or no longer an alcoholic.

Ha, bullshit!!!

I am an alki and will be for the rest of my life. It will continue to drift away but the problem will still exist and the traps will continue to appear. I have to remain aware of that, I can, in no way, allow myself to forget that.

I bought some cans of coke today and when I got home they went straight into the fridge. I'm looking forward to one, nicely chilled.

The strongest I drink now.