Day 9

I met my niece this weekend. She is three and a half days old and she is absolutely amazing. As I was talking to my sister, she asked me if we ate dinner at the table and I said we were trying to more and ate as a family every night since our vacation. She laughed, and said, "oh, seven whole days?" I laughed with her. In my head I was thinking....it has only been seven days since I had my last drink. It has gone by so incredibly slow. There has been many, many positives and some challenges. I am very proud of myself for a few reasons. Here are three big ones: *Fourth of July was this week, meaning I didn't work that day. Normally, that would mean I would definitely have drinks the day before. And of course have some on the 4th, too. Because you know...it's a holiday;). *I drove to Nashville myself with two of my kids. At the end of a long work week, in very bad weather. And when I arrived, I did not have anything to drink. And my sister had bought a small Bota box of my favorite wine. And it was Friday night. *I went to a Beer Garden for lunch with the family. And drank a Diet Coke. Smaller, but other significants: * I have woken up every morning with a clear head, every day! * I have not made crappy late night food choices, or wrote stupid things on Facebook, or spent money on alcohol. * I played badminton in my front yard with the family, cold sober. * I have exercised (walking) everyday. Challenges. I have thought about drinking alot, alot, alot. I keep thinking of events, milestones, trips that I will take and will not drink and that makes me sad. And then I feel silly about being sad about alcohol. I pay attention to whatever anyone is drinking. I go between, "yes, I have a drinking problem and need to quit," and maybe I just need a break for awhile. I get sad looking at all of our cute wine glasses. Anyway, enough. Just can't believe how slow it has gone. But proud.