Sorry to go OT so soon, I have something I need to get off my chest.
I’m at almost 48 hours without a drop of alcohol. For my ski-fanatic butt that’s a big deal. The last time I went more than two days without alcohol, I was in jail for 20 days for my second DUI in 2009. The second I got out I went to the bar and got drunk. Been drinking everyday ever since.
It’s taken some time for me to come around to abstaining from booze (I’m hoping) indefinitely. It’s been an internal dialogue of mine for a couple of years now. I’d be out on my back porch just shithoused at 1:30 a.m. and I’d slur to myself “This shit’s so bad for you, you need to stop.” Then I’d wake up at 7:00 for work. I must’ve done this a hundred times in the last couple of years.
It’s hard. But I think I passed my first test when it comes to the social factor of the sauce. All of my co-workers tonight invited me to the bar for an after-work drink, which only happens about once a week. I politely declined and told everybody that I quit drinking.
I come from a long line of alcoholics. My paternal grandfather drank everyday until he died (he died of heart failure at 79), my maternal grandmother drank everyday until she moved out of her house and into a nursing home, where she succumbed to Parkinson’s Disease at 90. Both my parents still tip four or five beers back every night, they’re in their late 60s. I’m in my early 30s and have been told by World Cup racers that I’m a talented freeheel skier. I can only imagine what’s possible if I break the mold and live my life without alcohol. One day at a time.