The Prosecco Aftermath

74 days alcohol free.

Alcohol Zombies

Sitting here a bit smug. Seeing the aftermath of the Prosecco drinking, so happy I didn’t drink any. It started with the fizz, then moved on to vodka. Yesterday, well, no one was much good for anything. Zombies have more life about them.

I won’t experiment with booze – some courses suggest doing so. I’d rather not. Seeing the effect it has on others is enough to make me realise I made the right choice.

There wasn’t the temptation to say “I told you so”, they were suffering enough. Plus, being like that helps no one.

Happy

On another note. I realised this morning I woke up genuinely happy. That hasn’t happened in a very long time. It took a moment or two to realise what the feeling was – the realisation that I’ve been a miserable bugger to so long did put a chink in the armour lol.

It’s more that subdued “yay” happy rather than the fireworks ecstatic happy. But I’ll take it.