I’m an all or nothing sort of gal. When I decide to do anything, I go big. I’m not a dabbler. This is especially true with things that feel good at the time I’m doing them, but maybe not so great in hindsight like Ben & Jerry’s, coffee, white Russian daiquiris or donuts.
I gave up alcohol almost 3 years ago. Most people can’t fathom why anyone would do such a thing unless there was a problem, but after 30 some odd years of consumption I was just over it.
Every morning I woke up more exhausted from the previous evening’s liquid assault on my body and one morning I just decided I was no longer interested in feeling like shit every day, and I quit. I tied it in with the anniversary of cigarette cessation, my greatest accomplishment to date, because I figured they belonged together somewhere outside of my own reality. As the no smoking anniversary approached (which I celebrate annually- this year, 13 years and running thank you very much) I thought it would be great to just tie these two nasty habits of mine together and be done with it. I joined them forever, in eternity, somewhere other than on my daily calendar. It worked.