Day 7 is in the books! It started off on a high. I woke up, felt great (and SO proud of myself). I was two nights into this with my husband on board and figuring out what to do with myself in the evenings on the weekends. I really started to think that maybe this time my resolve was bullet proof.

Then, this afternoon I was chatting with a group of parents who were regaling their escapades from the night before. It sounded like it was a night that would become legend. The kind of night that just cannot, in my mind right now at least, happen without alcohol. And I got kind of depressed. Some of these people are good friends, and I know with certainty that when it comes time for me to be at a social gathering with them, they will totally accept me not drinking. But I just felt like even if I am there, I won’t be actually part of the action. I’ll just be hanging around on the outside of the group, kind of aloof. And sober. Boo.

Then I went home and cooked a big Sunday dinner and prepped lunches for myself for the week. Cooking, especially on Sundays, is a huge trigger for me. I drank so much flavored seltzer (non-alcoholic!) that I hardly had room for dinner.

And I got through it. I did. And now I’m happy I did. Not quite as happy as I was this morning, but that’s okay.