SOBER CITY – Day 352


Sober City – December 18th, 2011
Oh faithful readers, the holiday season is upon us and the spirit of good will and happy times is indeed flowing through my holly red blood, while visions of sugar plums dance in my head like Rockettes at Rockefeller Center. Only they aren’t visions of sugar plums, they’re visions of sweet wines and honey blonde ale and they aren’t dancing, they’re moving hard and fast through my mind like Jack Daniels on a Grey Goose stuffed inside a Wild Turkey. I can smell it. I can see it. I can almost taste it and the best gift I’ll get this Christmas morning is knowing that one week later I’ll be reunited with my trusty loyal liquid companions to seek out adventures only found by sailing to the wetlands with Captain Morgan. It sounds exaggerated but I’d be lying if I said I was any less excited.
Don’t get me wrong, this experiment has taught me a lot. It taught me about who I am and what I want out of life. It transformed me both physically and mentally and gave me a new perspective on what’s possible. It strengthened my will power and rejuvenated my liver. It helped me progress in ways I never knew I could and stopped me from becoming someone I never wanted to be. And now, I’m ready for a god damn celebratory drink. These past few weeks have unexpectedly been the hardest so far and I’m assuming the last two will be even harder, what with Christmas dinners and reconnecting with old college friends. It’s not like I’ve been overly tempted or anything but I’ve just noticed I’ve been thinking about it a lot more lately and I’ve found myself in situations where I’m finally a little tired of being the only sober one and I really can’t wait to not have to think about it anymore. Two more weeks.
But what then? What’s next? I spent all year leading up to a moment that’s almost here. What’s the big finale going to entail? Will I still like the taste of alcohol after so long without it? Will I even be physically able to imbibe more than one or two drinks given the dramatic weight loss and new found healthy lifestyle? Will I develop an insatiable blood lust for booze immediately following the countdown and drink myself into an alcoholic coma by 12:30? All shall be revealed soon enough. Until then, the clock is ticking and my eyes are fixed firmly on the prize and that prize is pride. Pride in accomplishing a goal I never thought I’d actually accomplish. Pride in achieving a physical state I’ve never been able to fully achieve. But most importantly, pride in raising that glass again and truly knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I can just as easily choose to put it down. Here’s hoping I never really have to. Merry Christmas! Cheers!


2 thoughts on “SOBER CITY – Day 352”

  1. I know you look great, and I’m sure you feel great! Next time you need a challenge, run a marathon. Pride was dripping from my pores for the entire 26.2 miles, and I learned that pride tastes a little salty. Merry Christmas!

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