Oh what I would give for just one glass of anything right now. After six days I'm ready to crave. Is that sad and pathetic, or merely the simple itch of my subconscious doubting me? I've often heard many smokers say that day three was their hardest, and I'm hoping this is a similar hurdle. I'm hoping that once I've gotten past this first feeling of 'I can't do it' everything will be okay.
I'm just feeling so irritated right now. The boyfriend has a cold beer in his hand, the fridge has cold beer on it's shelves.. and I have nothing. A craving for alcohol, the need to self-indulge on junk food to compensate and the head and temper of a demon. Six days.. I just can't get over how down in the dumps I'm feeling over this. Anyone would think the drink was my life.
Me not drinking serves no real purpose, other than to mostly prove to myself that I can do this. I don't need to drink to relax or have a good time or to socialize.
I think all in all I'm just generally feeling run down at the moment. I've started a new full time job where I'm stood up all day and I'm not used to that, I've increased my exercise by a thousand percent and I'm just tired and whiney and in normal circumstances it would be right about *now* that I would have the drink in my hand to soothe my worries.
Quit my whining I must.
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