So, I drank Saturday and Sunday. Neither day to the point of blackout/passed out drunk but still…blah.
On the plus, I feel just fine today and I know I won’t drink today/tonight.
Why can’t the weekends be as easy as the weekdays? It’s like, not even so much as a craving when the weekends hit, but more like it’s just a deeply-ingrained habit. Well, maybe it is, I guess, but it should then be easy enough to reason with myself and NOT drink.
Ah well. I’m not kicking myself, but I’m not 100% pleased, obviously.
I think I am going to start a list NOW of things to do this weekend. Because there certainly is plenty FOR me to do.