Cyc, I only half caught the post you edited out the other night just passing through. Are you ok fella?
Blahman, I'm really happy your doing better mate, but FFS the beer in the fridge man. Noooooooo, not again! You've been here before fella, and look what happened. You seemed determined to test your resolve with stuff like this, but it's laying traps for yourself that you can ( perhaps almost with relief ) fall into. Get rid of it Blahman. Why d'you put yourself through this? Is it a comfort thing knowing it's there if you buckle? You know having it there makes buckling all the more likely, don't you? You know that's true.
Vaya, Blahman made anything I could say pretty much redundant, but hope things go ok for you man. I've been right up to the brink a few times lately, full-on self destruct mode just plucking the cards out at random almost trying to make the whole thing collapse, but other people have kinda refused to let me do that, understanding that's what I was doing and shoring the whole house back up for a while till I found my feet. In the past others have offered me a safety net for when I did make it fall. I owe a lot of people an awful lot and am trying to make it up to them. Don't really have anything constructive to say beyond what Blahman said, except to add that you'll get through this ok whatever happens, and wish you the best of luck mate.
Laser, I go the other way and try not to be too rigid with set anythings. For me it's kinda setting myself up to fail setting hard targets, cos when I miss them I feel like I've let myself down, and I'm slipping, and OMG this is too hard, yadda yadda ya, and there goes the negative self-talk and feelings of failure that lie at the root of my addictive behaviours. I find I work better taking things day by day, cos when I do set out to do something as and when I feel inclined and manage to pull it off I can then bask in feelings of accomplishment, instead of wallowing in feelings of failure, and that feeds into the motivation to do more of it. It seems to work better that way for me. YMMV!
Right, update time . . . . Day 59, or 8 weeks and 3 days, and counting. Could probably get away with calling that 2 months, but lets be right, eh? Why rush? I'm doing good. Really good. I could have had a drink tonight quite easily. Been away from home visiting my sis most of the week, forgot to take my meds down with me, forgot to take them since I've been back so no antabuse for 7-8 days. Well out of my system by now. Remembered as I passed the off-licence nipping back into work for some bits and pieces I need to do this weekend, flashed momentarily on the realisation and the thought I could have
'just' a couple of beers if I wanted. Dismissed it there and then, not even a momentary crave or wobble. Got to work, dug the meds bottle out of my drawer and double dosed to get the concentration back up to strength ASAP. Feel quite pleased with meself that not for a second did I contemplate giving in to a drink. I'm feeling too good at the minute, feeling happier, and stronger, and altogether more together than I can remember. I really feel like, for now at least, I have a real solid grip on this. Hope to G*d it continues . . . . .
