In the Middle of Alcohol-Free (Day 6)
I heard the other day of what’s called the ‘1000-mile rule’—that if you are far enough away from home, that it doesn’t need to count. Maybe it’s a sister saying to, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
I have only made it five days, and it feels like a 1000-mile hike uphill. Exaggerated. But giving myself permission to cave ahead of time, will result in my failure.
I may stumble along the way, but today I have one decision in front of me, and I choose this journey. I am excited to be this far in. I know some days will be easier than others. That is true with most days in life.
I remind myself of the “why” list I made the last time I challenged myself to an alcohol-free journey. The list hasn’t changed in the slightest:
1. I feel like I am losing control.
2. I think about it too often.
3. I have gained a lot of weight.
4. I am embarrassed by it.
5. It is hindering my life, and wasting my evenings.
6. I am sick of the internal battling over a stupid beverage.
7. I feel it is weighing me down spiritually.
I will recall this list a 1000 times over a 1000 days, if necessary.