To not drink alcohol is easy. It's easy most of the time. It is so easy that when an urge hits out of no where, a drink is taken without thought, planning, discussion or actual decision making. This fact has been the death of many a sober stretch for me.
How to combat this sneaky little bastard, Mr. E (for Ethanol). He uses many subtle tactics to rope me back in.
Billboards, TV and magazine advertisements, insecure drinking friends, restaurant suggestions, patio ambiance, family celebrations, I could have have gone on and have done so in the past. All this to say that my naming the tricks up Mr. E's sleeve doesn't seem to diffuse their effect.
What am I to do to ensure I am prepared when he makes his inevitable secret attack? Should I have wear a shock collar? Should I put an electric fence around the wine bottles? Should I pay someone to clout me upside the head if I so much as look at a glass of wine or draft beer?
I am not sure but maybe a reward is in order after the first thirty days of sobriety and every one hereafter.
At the beginning of July when I've reached my first thirty days, I will treat myself and hire a cleaning service every second week and will continue the service unless I slip up.
What an incentive to keep going!! I am so glad I thought of it. Let's hope we can afford it.