Greetings from the land of "We all are getting colds!" 'Tis the season.
I have had some ask me recently how I quit drinking. Let's back up a teeny bit - no need to revisit the drama in depth.
I was a party girl. Then I used tough times as an "I deserve this 3pm cocktail" excuse. Then when it got to be too much, it was time to stop.
So I stopped. I just stopped.
This was four + years ago. And it was really hard.
Until it wasn't.
For me, the excuse of "I deserve this" was just so lame that even I recognized it. My husband and kids didn't deserve to have me as absent and tuned out and tired as I was. I didn't deserve the shame and guilt the next day. Not to mention the hangovers.
This is what I deserve:
I deserve to be present with my family. 100%.
I deserve to feel comfortable and confident with my friends, and not worry about what they think of me (now I do!).
I deserve to be healthy and maintain a good weight.
I deserve to be able to wake up and jump right in to my day without a headache.
I deserve to feel proud of myself every day and feel proud that I am doing the best thing for myself, even if it's different from the norm.
I deserve to not feel the shame every day of knowing that I'm drinking too much. And the shame of knowing that I embarrassed myself, again. And the shame of knowing that the funny drunk Lauren routine was wearing thin. Shame is a bitch and I don't miss it at all. Let's face it - the "let's remind Lauren what she said last night" routine was getting old.
This isn't for everyone - you know if you drink too much or not. We are aware. I couldn't stop at 2 or 3 like my most people could - I certainly didn't need any more, but I deserved it, dammit.
Now I deserve so much more. And I've got it.
So that's how I did it. You're welcome.