stonefiend wrote:Criz. This was the last straw...
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Believe it or not, I went on a total $50/day daily binge cycle for a month after this 'till I looked myself in the mirror one day and realized I wanted to LIVE.
I wanted to be able to go on backpacking trips without having to carry half my load in alcohol. Get fit beyond my imagination. Be the best I can be at any endeavor I put my mind to, whether it be cleaning the bathroom, or starting my own business.
Clarity of mind is not there yet as I'm still detoxing, but it's improving.
You asked how I quit. I realized I never took it seriously. As a matter of fact, I take very few things seriously... but when the shit gets REAL, I STAND UP. I'd come to a point in my life where the world needed to grow in my mind. The world stopped growing when I was drinking. My motivation, creativity, clarity of mind, athleticism, everything was fading. I was going broke. I'd go broke or go to jail (probably both) if I continued drinking. I'm paying $4000 in court fees and alcohol classes and therapy (court mandated). The methodology I used is not really recommended, and have full support of my good friend Jennifer, who helped me through the first 3 days of hell.
Originally, I was going to take 2 weeks to wean myself off of the sauce, and decided to pick a good day as a mark when I quit. I asked Jen when the summer solstice was, and she said "the day after tomorrow". I promised myself that I'd quit on that day (I didn't tell anyone). I had 8 beers left in the fridge which were given to me as a tip. I told myself I'd drink 4 today and 4 tomorrow. Then I just stopped on the solstice. Replaced beer with 12 packs of grape soda and a healthier diet with lots of water. I was and still am fuzzy and scatter brained as it's only been 22 days, but hangin' in there. I've been to bars several times and 2 bbq's without drinking. The bartenders know that I want a ginger-ale when order a 518 (the day I made the decision to quit). 5200 for a pelegrino with lime. I quit on 5/20, but decided to add another zero for effect. The bbq's were hard, but I'd bring my grape drink (wtf is juice?) and leave when people got drunk and obnoxious.
It's a matter of taking control of my life. I used to never turn anything down. I did what I wanted to, even if it was irresponsible. Now I'm the opposite, almost to a fault. I don't kiss ass if I know I'm right at work... If my boss is a dick, I call that shit out. I started doing this last winter, and definitely don't recommend it to anyone who wants to keep their job. ...
Well, book abridged, here I am. I started boxing to get back in shape and take off the edge.
cool i hope you stick with it. didn't have any withies?