Better

So, I think I said my giving up date was 28th July. Lots of events until then that I know I will go to and drink. So I am preparing myself.

Earlier, I was saying I was fretting about not wanting to go a buy a bottle of wine to drink before I went out.

I wanted it at 10am. I read some lovely comments (TY xx) and held out until 4pm. Then I got the wine.

I was going to a champagne tasting event and my (the demon talking ) thoughts were 'listen, you are going to be drinking anyway bird, a little glass of fizz while you're getting ready hey?'

Anyway, I went and I got it. Normally I would drink the lot, turn up pissed and it's all downhill from there. I can hide it well though (I think). I don't slur or fall over - that's not until the 3rd or 4th bottle normally.

I had two glasses and set off. It took me a good hour to get there on the tube.

I think I am heading in the right direction. I am home, safe and sound. I left early. I have no broken bones. I have an almost full bottle in the fridge but no inclination to touch it; and I spat tonight!!!!

How vulgar is that? hehe I deposited some champagne (about half of what I was given) into the spittoon. Never, ever, in a trillion years would I have done that before. (You are going to have to be a certain age and probably be a Brit to appreciate the picture here #SpitTheDog)

I know I can't moderate and I am not lulling myself into a false sense of security. I'm looking at this
as moving towards the day - the day it ends. 28 July. One step at a time.

Sxx