I love wine. Red wine, specifically a big Cabernet or Zinfandel. Living alone, though, I know I need to moderate my intake of wine. It’s really easy to open a bottle of wine while I’m making dinner and then just keep drinking it until the whole bottle somehow disappeared and I have zero motivation to do anything.
I’ve known for a little while that I need to cut down on my drinking. For a lot of reasons… but primarily because I’m using it as a crutch.
I’m living alone for the first time since college. It’s lovely, but also very lonely. It’s quiet. I don’t have an animal (unless you count a very angry beta fish), nothing to snuggle with and for all practical purposes I’m single.
A drink or two makes it a lot easier to sleep at night… but it’s gotten to the point that I just keep drinking. A glass turns into 4 or 5 on a weeknight, and then I’m useless. I’m drinking to feel less lonely, and to turn my brain off.
I have to learn to be okay living alone–and I can’t do that if I’m drinking this much.
I’ve been talking (to myself, primarily) about this for a while, but while I’ve gone a night here or there with no booze, I’m not holding myself accountable. So I’m throwing it out to you, interwebs… I’m not drinking on weeknights. I’m going to leave it open ended–I’m not throwing a timeline on this goal, but rather waiting for a time when I feel free.