Letting Go of Alcohol

Today on the final week ONE of this blog (I've had a few) I am LETTING GO of my nemesis, the ingesting of Ethanol.  

I have the 'alcoholic gene' if there's any such thing; it runs in my family.  My Mom suffered with it's insidious pull and currently there are those I love who are dealing with it's poisonous lies.

I've been able to control it but have become complacent in my over-use of it to lubricate my social activities, to numb out bad feelings and just because it's there.  No one who knows me has noticed this drinking I've amped up lately except me.  Yes, I sometimes drink alone.

Obviously It's time to finally kick this cat to the curb.

My biggest challenge of the entire year of letting go will be holding on to this promise.  I will be reporting on it continuously throughout the next 52 weeks.

I will join a chat room and check in daily.  I will blog faithfully about my successes and maybe, my failures as well.  I'm so sick at failing.  I've given up alcohol over a hundred times before and, eventually, I end up drinking again.

It's so easy to slide back into my drinking patterns because I never drink more than three, skip many a night and am no where near Rock Bottom; that place that can be the desperate catalyst for lasting change.

But I will persevere.  

Today, on week one, I am Letting Go of Ethanol.