7 Days Without Alcohol–Day 4

By Elizabeth

At this point, as I’m sitting here on my couch, nearing the end of day 4 without drinking, I am starting to really believe that I may not be an alcoholic. Granted, I am sitting here eyeing the beer that is in my roomie’s hand. My other roomie, who is on this mission with me, is undoubtedly eyeing it, too.

I spend most Sundays, and yes, even EASTER, entirely preoccupied with a predictable hang over. I lay around in my bed with multiple glasses of water. I check Myspace religiously and later feel accomplished when I gather the strength to order in food.

Today, clearly, was different. I woke up and started to get sh*t done! The trouble, however, even amidst my productivity, was the fact that today was Easter. Something about religious holidays, particularly those on which I typically participate in a family gathering of some sort, tend to make me want to drink. You see, I come from an Irish family. I hope that that says enough.

Anyhoo, I opted to NOT voyage home for the holiday this year and somehow the thought of my brother downing beers at Easter dinner without me made me sad. It made me so sad that I wanted to drink. All of my beer is still sitting, lonely, in my refrigerator. I know this must all sound exaggerated and pathetic, but please do consider the gravity of the situation, readers.

I have probably had at least SOME alcohol four days out of the week for the last five years. This test, however, is proving to me that I CAN go without it. I’m not sure though if it’s the fact that I’m not drinking that is causing me to think about alcohol so much or if it’s the fact that I have SWORN off alcohol that’s causing me to think about it so much.

My stance, at this point, is that I may not be an alcoholic. MAY is the word I am using. However, I am going out again tomorrow night and with each night out without alcohol, I jog up and down staircases of self evaluation and discipline. I’m out of breath…but I’m still jogging. Lets see if I hurl over with side cramps tomorrow.