I’m now on day 8 of Belles 100 Day Challenge. I feel amazing but it’s not been all plain sailing.
Friday* nights are hard for me without booze. Crazy Cat Boy and I traditionally kick off the shoes and zone out with a bottle (who’m I kidding – two bottles), watch crap TV and chat. The first bottle is gone before dinner giving us a nice buzz and the right air of irresponsibility to crack on with the second, regardless of what Saturday is supposed to look like.
Last Friday I sulked, watered the garden and generally mooched around the house doing random tasks before slinking off to watch TV in a separate room all by myself and have a bit of a pity party… you see Saturday was my birthday and all week CCB had been making references to nice bottles of champagne with me correcting him about my “challenge”. I think this is the first birthday I’ve done completely sober. I felt sorry for myself but I made it through.
I know CCB loves me but he’s also very good at subconsciously trying to sabotage me. Saturday he pulled out the verjuice to cook dinner with but then went to the shop and came back with a bottle of white to cook with instead. Now this was no ordinary we’ll chuck it in the slow cooked lamb wine, it was very nice, local drop that we quite enjoy. The recipe only calls for 1/2 a cup and once he’d put it back in the fridge (that’s right, he bought a COLD bottle to “cook” with! Yeah right.) I deliberately hid it in the very back of the fridge (it’s on the bottom shelf if you are looking for it 😉 ) so it would be out of my line of sight. That does help me, often if I cant see something I’ll forget it’s there. I know he was disappointed that I didn’t crack and have a glass, but I’m feeling so much better for it.
I know that I can do this 100 days but I’m sure there’ll be a few more pity parties along the way.
*I’m telling myself only 11 more Fridays to go, counting them down helps right???!!