One For the Road
Something odd has been going on with my body. Or rather, the habits that effect it. As anyone who reads this blog even a little regularly knows, I like to drink. To the point where I would say it usually feels like a necessity to have some sort of booze - beer, wine, vodka, whiskey - in that order - in my home at all times. I drink every night. Not necessarily a lot - though I realize that's a relative amount, a lot. I have some friends who are practically tee-totalers who probably secretly think I have a drinking problem. I have other friends who are definitely drunks who probably think I am the image of moderation. I took some online quizzes a few weeks ago to satisfy my curiosity about how closely I resembled an alcoholic. Surprisingly, not that closely. And yes, I was very honest with my answers. The jist of the results was something like, "You're not a drunk, but you need to watch it."
How much do I drink? Well, it depends. On a work night, I try to drink only beer, because I can easily put away a bottle of wine in one evening, and if I'm mixing vodka with something it's usually something really fucking good, and before I know it I've had 4 vodka drinks, and trust me, that's enough to start making me really stupid. But anyway, work nights - 3 drinks. Weekends - 3 to 7 drinks. Second shift nights, when I get home at 12:30 a.m., usually a beer and a little whiskey or Baileys, 'cause 2 beers will make me need to get up and pee.
As I said, I drink every single night, the amounts described above, and have for awhile. That changed this week. And I don't know why. But I know there's some intuitive reason. I haven't tee-totaled, just rather than drinking close to a botttle of wine I've had a scant, nearly half glass. The other night I split a beer with someone. Or I've had nothing.
I think I feel better. And I'm gonna see how long this lasts. What's weird is that I'm not making a conscious effort to not drink. My body just doesn't seem to want it. It's like it just decided, "We're going to do something else for awhile." The whole experience has been bending my thinking in weird ways. Not bad ways, just - strange. I also have more money in my wallet. Not spending $30 or so a week will do that.
Thinking. And thinking. And curiously, not drinking.
How much do I drink? Well, it depends. On a work night, I try to drink only beer, because I can easily put away a bottle of wine in one evening, and if I'm mixing vodka with something it's usually something really fucking good, and before I know it I've had 4 vodka drinks, and trust me, that's enough to start making me really stupid. But anyway, work nights - 3 drinks. Weekends - 3 to 7 drinks. Second shift nights, when I get home at 12:30 a.m., usually a beer and a little whiskey or Baileys, 'cause 2 beers will make me need to get up and pee.
As I said, I drink every single night, the amounts described above, and have for awhile. That changed this week. And I don't know why. But I know there's some intuitive reason. I haven't tee-totaled, just rather than drinking close to a botttle of wine I've had a scant, nearly half glass. The other night I split a beer with someone. Or I've had nothing.
I think I feel better. And I'm gonna see how long this lasts. What's weird is that I'm not making a conscious effort to not drink. My body just doesn't seem to want it. It's like it just decided, "We're going to do something else for awhile." The whole experience has been bending my thinking in weird ways. Not bad ways, just - strange. I also have more money in my wallet. Not spending $30 or so a week will do that.
Thinking. And thinking. And curiously, not drinking.
posted by Black Egg at 10:15 PM
2 Comments:
Interesting. Do you think maybe it's the Rolfing? Are you still doing that?
I really have no idea what it is, but it's still going on. No drinks or maybe just a small one. It could have something to do with the Rolfing, maybe. Yes, I'm still doing it, I have 7 sessions left. I just feel like my body is making some weird adjustment. Not drinking has made me more aware of my body in strange ways. I'm paying more attention to the food I'm eating, in part because when I come home I may not want a drink but I want something GOOD, and I've been putting in the effort. So my diet has been better. I need to buy some juice or something, though, because coffee and water is getting boring.
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