Memorial Weekend

Sunday morning and all is quiet and peaceful.  I slept pretty well, but at one point woke up at 12:30am (I had went to bed at 8:30pm) and decided to clean out a junk drawer.  Completed that task and went back to bed and fell asleep.  Mission accomplished.

This has been a good month, even though I gave in and drank.  I'm not angry or ashamed at myself.  I am disappointed I broke my long streak, but I cannot say I'm unhappy about it all.  Let me share.

My last blog was about going to visit my mother-in-law.  All and all it wasn't as difficult as it could have been, given past episodes, so why I decided to have a glass of beer with dinner on Saturday night I can't explain other than to say I wanted to.  The next morning, we took my mother-in-law out for breakfast, and there was a long, long wait for a table.  While waiting, a waiter came out and offered what I thought was orange juice, turned out to be a mimosa.  I ended up drinking it during our wait for a table and during our breakfast.  Which means I sipped it for more than an hour.  That was the extent of my drinking for Mother's Day weekend.

The following Wednesday my husband and me went to San Francisco for a mini trip.  We stayed four nights and flew out early Sunday morning.  We had a great time but I did drink the four days straight we were there.  It wasn't planned.  I drank during happy hours primarily.  First day, 4 glasses of champagne; second day, four glasses of beer; third day too much, three beers at the pub, glass of wine at dinner and two beers back at the hotel.  When I opened the second beer at the hotel, my husband pointed out I was over doing it.  I was, and I knew this was bound to happen.  Of course I knew it, I have a problem with alcohol.  Just because I haven't drank in such a long time, doesn't mean I'm a normal drinker.  There was more beer to drink in our room, but somehow I didn't continue drinking.  Needless to say, I did have a hangover the following morning (I did get up at 4:30 am to watch some of the royal wedding, until my husband asked me to turn off my cell phone), but it wasn't one where I was sick to the gills.  Saturday ended up a good day, as we rode the local transportation all over the city, saw different neighboorhoods and places.  I did have three beers that afternoon and dinner shortly after, back to the room and in bed by 9pm, as we had to get up at 4am the next morning.  All in all a good trip.  And for me, drinking didn't interrupt or take away from the trip.  Well, except for feeling somewhat rough Saturday morning.  But I won't say it ruined the trip.  So what does it all mean for me, giving in to drinking this time?  That I'm a failure?  I'm less than? There's something wrong with me?

I'm human.  I make mistakes.  I fail at times.  Yes, I know drinking isn't something I do well.  Yes, I know it's something I don't need in my life.  Yes, not drinking is the right thing for me to do.  This is my journey, I'm am not condoning what I did is right for others.  But I won't beat myself up because I don't feel like I should.  I don't feel guilty. 

I haven't drank since I got back.  I haven't felt the urge to. I don't plan to. I don't want to.

Today is day 147 of the year.  I've not drank 137 of them.  Something I'm very proud of accomplishing.  I haven't thrown in the towel.  I believe in me.

Happy Memorial Weekend to All!