7 days!!!!! (Insert confetti emoji here). Not sure it’s a massive accomplishment, but it sure feels like it.
The first few days were tough, but nothing like the fight I had on day six. After two days of being confronted with multiple social drinking scenarios at work and a long three day weekend with the family; I was faced with a normal Tuesday.
Now, it’s always been my belief that Tuesday’s are the best drinking days of the week. There are no crowds on Tuesday. You’re guaranteed to get a seer at the bar, you can usually get the tv turned to whatever channel you want and if you’re eating (I rarely ever do) the food delivery came on Monday so chances are the food is fresher/better. And Wednesdays are, in general, non deadline days. At least in advertising, this seems to be the case. It really is the best day to relax and have a drink.
So as I finished up my day at 6pm, ALL I could think about was having “just one drink”, well “just two drinks” because I never have just one. I knew deep down I didn’t really want the drinks, but it sure felt like I needed it. Even as I walked out of the office my brain was in a battle about what to do. “ I should just go home”. “I just need a beer”. “no go home to your family”. “you’ll be more relaxed fo your family if you take a moment and have a few drinks”. “Home”. “Bar.” “Home.” “Bar” UGH!!!! Home.
In the end I went home, but it was the hardest day so far