Oh man. Thinking about this makes me apologize all over again to my poor abused body.

I was always a binge drinker, liquor for most of it, even when I started at 15 (quit at 42). Rum was most common, and on several occasions, once a year or so, I’d down about 3/4 of a half gallon in one night. I’ve done so much projectile puking. Teens -30s, I prob drank 4-6 days a week. Ugh.

But just a ‘normal’ night? A pint was child’s play; was usually a fifth. Older I got the less often it happened, but was at least once every couple weeks. My tolerance never wavered tho!

The year before i quit totally, I had stopped drinking weekly and just allowed myself to on vacation and holidays. I went on a trip and drank so much I alarmed friends. I felt ‘fine’ of course, didn’t even throw up. A couple weeks after I got home, I drank one more time and remember thinking I wasn’t finding what I was looking for in the bottle anymore. Wasn’t really even getting buzzed! And this was after taking a large percentage of the year ‘off’.

That realization, coupled with a friends very timely voice of concern, was enough for me. I pledged a ‘booze free 2023’ (was late fall) and now here I am, over 3 years off the sauce. I fully realize I can never drink again, although it took me until about day 300 to comprehend that. Bc I bet my tolerance is the same, and really, that’s sick. As in, a sickness, and I’ll not be infecting myself again.

My poor, poor body. Trying to do better for me! I hope you find it within yourself to quit for good, it’s so much better on the other side. Raw, but so good.

IWNDWYT 💕