7 2 6 Days
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1 year
11 months
3 weeks
4 days
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103 weeks + 5 days
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62,726,400 seconds
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1,045,440 minutes
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17,424 hours
………………………. since I took my last sip of alcohol!
It’s funny how you outgrow what you once thought you couldn’t live without.
It’s funny how you don’t miss what once was part of your identity.
It’s funny how you can get A D D I C T E D to the feeling of having your SHIT TOGETHER!
It’s funny how I used to be a bad influence. I was the instigator. It’s funny how I used to be THE PARTY GIRL! I was the WILD CHILD! It’s funny how I used to be the person who made fun of sober people because they made me feel uncomfortable. I was an instigator and feared those who I felt were judging me
It’s funny how I’m now an advocate for SOBRIETY. It’s funny how no one has ever tried to make me feel uncomfortable like I used to do to others.
It’s funny how I’m still fun & haven’t lost my wild side. Turns out I didn’t need alcohol to be me.
It’s funny how my priorities have changed, my social circle, my interests and the way I live have changed. It’s funny how much my life has changed as I’ve come to accept the real me and learned how to navigate through my emotions.
From 🍺 booze-hound to đź’¦ happy & hydrated in 725 days … if I can do it, so can you.
All you need is :
• a strong desire & reason to change
• leverage – what you’ll lose if you don’t change
• a new habit [positive] to replace your addiction
• a vision – what your life will be like because you decided to change your lifestyle & the way your story is written
• a Support system + accountability
• a strong mindset which can be achieved through personal development
I was so excited to go to the Butcher’s Ball with my husband on Sunday.
But…I knew that I’d be in the environment that I used to love … music, food and alcohol. I purposely shared on social media first thing that morning that it was my 102nd sober Sunday to hold me accountable.
When we got there, the weather was right, the smell of the BBQ pits brought back old memories, there was alcohol everywhere and there was a Bloody Mary station. Bloody Mary’s on a Sunday used to be my jam. Then I saw a pineapple 🍍 with a fruity drink in it. It made me want one. Not the alcohol, but the cute drink in the pineapple.
It would have been so easy to drink. Not because I wanted or needed to be drunk, not because I miss alcohol or drinking, but out of habit and trying to recreate the feeling of connection, being carefree and uninhibited.
There was tons of new people. The best part was that it was people we didn’t know and didn’t know us. We had fun together and I had an incredible time sober. I realized that I can have fun at events where there is temptation and that I can enjoy myself with my husband and feel the same way without alcohol.
As the event went on and people had been drinking for 6+ hours, I was reminded of how good it was to be sober.
Some people think I shouldn’t talk so openly about my sobriety or past battles with drugs and alcohol or my mental illness… but I don’t care… talking about it holds me accountable, is therapeutic and helps connect me with others that help me stay on the path I’ve chosen because it’s best for me.
Sober is the New Black 