Day One.
Pie eyed.
A phrase I have often used ...
A particularly British expression which means drunk, pissed, inebriated, having consumed a significant amount of alcohol.
I've been getting pie eyed since I was 14 years old. And trying to cut down / stop for the last 4 years.
This time, I hope to make it stick.
I have rather predictably decided to quit on January 1st. I thought about doing it earlier, to "prove" that I don't have a problem ... but of course I do, so why not just make the most of the last few Christmas and New Year opportunities to be drunken and debauched.
So last night, at a neighbour's NYE party, I drank gin and rum and wine and finished up at 3am with a glass of Baileys. Of course I wanted more, even at 3am, but finally decided to hit the sack, knowing that this will be the last sleep interrupted by thirst and the last morning I wake up feeling unrested and deeply, bone tired because the alcohol has prevented those REM cycles.
So here it begins then. January 1, 2019. My final year in my 40's. The year I hope to make a real difference in my big fat new job. The year I finally go dry and become clear eyed rather than pie eyed. This is the fourth year I've done Dry January, but the first time I've ever blogged anonymously, so I'm counting on that to keep me focused on my goal.
Quit lit consumed - Mrs D goes without.
Weight - probably north of 75kgs. Highest since post pregnancy.
Eye bags - I could store the contents of my suitcase in each.
Pie eyed.
A phrase I have often used ...
A particularly British expression which means drunk, pissed, inebriated, having consumed a significant amount of alcohol.
I've been getting pie eyed since I was 14 years old. And trying to cut down / stop for the last 4 years.
This time, I hope to make it stick.
I have rather predictably decided to quit on January 1st. I thought about doing it earlier, to "prove" that I don't have a problem ... but of course I do, so why not just make the most of the last few Christmas and New Year opportunities to be drunken and debauched.
So last night, at a neighbour's NYE party, I drank gin and rum and wine and finished up at 3am with a glass of Baileys. Of course I wanted more, even at 3am, but finally decided to hit the sack, knowing that this will be the last sleep interrupted by thirst and the last morning I wake up feeling unrested and deeply, bone tired because the alcohol has prevented those REM cycles.
So here it begins then. January 1, 2019. My final year in my 40's. The year I hope to make a real difference in my big fat new job. The year I finally go dry and become clear eyed rather than pie eyed. This is the fourth year I've done Dry January, but the first time I've ever blogged anonymously, so I'm counting on that to keep me focused on my goal.
Quit lit consumed - Mrs D goes without.
Weight - probably north of 75kgs. Highest since post pregnancy.
Eye bags - I could store the contents of my suitcase in each.
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