It’s Day 9 of my 10 days in the No Alcohol zone. I like to do that occasionally. Quit drinking altogether. Just to keep tabs on how much alcohol might have a grip on me. Alcohol is a powerful drug, after all.
In a way, I study myself like how a scientist studies a specimen: “The subject has now gone 192 hours with no alcohol in his bloodstream, and as yet there doesn’t seem to be any noticeable physical withdrawal symptoms. But there has been a significant reduction in the number of his late-night rants and vicious political arguments on his Facebook page. Interesting.”
The only real change I notice is that it’s harder to sleep at night. I toss and turn for hours. I guess I’m used to the alcohol knocking me out.
The other annoying thing: It disrupts my usual late-night routine. I’m a creature of habit if anything. And I have to think of something new to do with my evenings (I’m considering bowling tonight).
I guess the oddest thing is being in the same state of mind all day long. And waking up in the same state I went to bed in. I’m more used to extreme mood swings over the course of an average 24 hours.
In truth I’ve never had any trouble quitting drugs and alcohol when I really wanted to. In 2014 I decided to quit smoking. So I did. Just like that. And if I REALLY wanted to quit alcohol for good I’m sure it wouldn’t be much of a problem. . . The problem is: I usually just quit one drug. And then switch to another drug