Sober Research

7 Jan

Belle has posted in the past about drinking Research, a period we go through testing out moderation and other drinking strategies before we quit. 

I could write a PHD on drinking research. I have tested out ALOT of ways of moderating, and yet I’m still here, writing about how big an impact drinking has on my life. 

I’m a big fan of re-reading old posts when I’m tempted to drink, so I want to remind myself when I’m at my lowest, what I’ve learnt from this relapse. 

I can moderate socially– I have little problems drinking like a normie when I socialise, but that isn’t truly reflective of my relationship with alcohol. I’m happy and relaxed when I’m with friends, but the moderation is just an exercise in self control that fools me into thinking I do not have a problem. 

Drinking makes me lonely- in my last run of sobriety, I rediscovered that I love spending time alone. I liked my little wintery sober cocoon, reading and watching DVDs when I had no plans. When I drink I feel desperately, painfully alone. 

Drinking makes me loose focus– I discovered when sober that there are other sources of happiness in my life that I need to work through. I can’t address these when drinking, so I remain unhappy, so I drink… This cycle has to stop. 

Wine tastes shit after the 3rd glass- I’m not even sure if I like red wine anymore, I think I’ve had my lifetime’s worth. 

I can still derive and discover new “joys” from alcohol, which makes it more dangerous- I used to hate whiskey, and on holiday with my friends, I tried it. I loved the burn as it went down my throat and the glow in my tummy. It reminded me of when I first started drinking and alcohol had that immensely pleasurable effect. Do I want to add whiskey to the list of tastes and smells that makes me want to drink like a fish? I do not. If I drank, would it become something I now do regularly? Absolutely. 

My body hates alcohol– my skin looks shit, I’m bloated and fat looking, I have lost the desire to run, which is my mental health saviour. It’s easy to forget that I’ve been choosing to poison myself.

I lose the desire to do stuff when I drink– I packed in SO much stuff when I was sober. I was the epitome of Getting Shit Done and also bloody enjoyed myself. I read books again, I planned weekends packed full of delights. And here I am, on square 1, having to will myself to go for a coffee after work with someone because all I want to do is hide under the bed sheets. 

I lose my ambition when I drink– I’m a different person. I just get through the day. That’s not me. 

I have an addictive personality- I just do. It’s evident sometimes on this blog when I post 2 or 3 times a day. I need to accept that (it’s often a good thing to be obsessive, it helps you become an achiever) and realise that alcohol is a problem, but I am not the problem. I am me, created the way that I am, unique, special, a little mad, but loved by many and I have to live as me for the rest of my life. I need to like myself more. To accept that I’ve got to a stage in life where I need to change, and that maybe that’s ok. 

A thought is just a thought– I can think about wine all I want, but the image of a glass of wine popping into my head doesn’t mean I have to drink it. I won’t die if I don’t. I’ll just be uncomfortable for a while and then happy the next morning when I wake up without a hangover. 

I don’t want to drink, I want to change the way I feel– someone posted this gem of wisdom in the comments section in response to a super-dooper craving I was having once. It made so much sense to me. I’m in a constant state of wanting to change how I feel. Once a workaholic, then an anorexic, then a bulimic, now an alcoholic and a crazy runner- I spend my life avoiding my feelings. When I was a teenager, before I had enough school work to allow me to loose my evenings in it, I remember actually enjoying feeling my feelings. You know, the intense pain of unrequited love, the drama of listening to a sad song and wallowing in melancholy, the crazy happy joy of dancing in your room. I need to learn to do this again- it’s called Life. I keep forgetting that I have to learn to live Life, not just avoid it. 

I don’t actually know how I feel about my life because of drinking- am I doing the right job for me? Have I got my sights set on the man who would actually make me happy? Do I want to work in an office for the rest of my life? Do I need to consider changing career if I’m ever going to be happy? I have no idea. Not a clue. I have made some big life changes, as I’ve posted about before, in the last year which have improved lots of things, but there’s more work to be done. I’ll just have to see what the sober journey brings. Maybe I’m not designed to live in a big city, maybe I should one day think about a career change. These are the things which I’ll only know after a year or two sober, when I can learn to know that the voice that’s speaking is me the person, not me the alcoholic. 

Drinking makes you selfish– do you know what I hate most about this getting sober lark? The endless introspection, the focus on self care which I know is important but hard, the feeling of it all being “me me me me.” It’s a necessary thing to do though, I know. One day, maybe I’ll be secure enough in my sobriety to relax into it more. To know more intuitively what I need rather than spending 40 million hours a day analyzing it. For self care to be a natural process rather than something I agonize over. 

I need to trust myself– I posted last night about trying out AA because the level of support I get from blogs isn’t enough. In the cold light of day, it’s become apparent that I get exactly the level of support I need online, and whilst AA might help, I need to look within for my own strength and support rather than clinging onto others. If the “support of others” technique worked for me, I wouldn’t be on my millionth Day 1, having emailed Belle in July last year, met her and other lovely sober ladies in November and seeing Carrie frequently. They would have carried me through (no pun intended). But they can’t, because there’s not me. None of you wonderful, supportive and caring readers are. Knowing you’re out there is wonderful, as is reading your words of support, but I also need to know that there’s something within myself that knows how to protect me.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results– I’m an intelligent person, and I’ve been taken over by a drug. This isn’t me, this behaviour of doing something that has such dire results, it’s an addictive substance that I’ve let into my life. I’ve had 2 decentish chunks of sobriety in the past 12 months: 25 days and 40 days, which sounds like nothing, but is enough to have got a taste of how great it makes me feel on a good day. When I’m sober and happy, I sometimes get so elated I want to do a little dance in the street as I work to work with the cold air in my lungs and the winter sunshine in the sky. I feel great! I think. I can totally drink now! This sober lark is easy! And then I pick up the glass of champagne that’s handed to me at a party, take a sip in a whirlwind of happiness and excitement and find myself here, nearly 3 weeks later, having drunk hundreds and hundreds of units, deadly unhappy.

 

If I don’t stop drinking, it will kill me– not today, not tomorrow, but at some point. I wouldn’t have said this 6 months ago, but I know this for certain now. I have been lucky enough for nothing bad to happen so far, but one day it will. I’ve only been drinking heavily for 2 years and my liver is making itself so known to me it’s terrifying. My doctor’s appointment is on Friday, and I almost want her to tell me something is seriously wrong so I have the “give up or die” question. Writing that sentence, in itself is terrifying. If I had cancer, and knew that running, which I’m also addicted to, would make it worse, would I carry on? No. I’d treat the cancer. I’d sacrifice my great passion for running and do something that made me feel good that wasn’t dangerous. Drinking is my cancer. It is eroding my body and mind from the inside out. I know this to be true. I’ve felt it, physically and emotionally. I’ve felt it repeatedly. I want to be free of this disgusting drug that has crept into my life steathily. 

So, that’s my thesis. I’m graduating from the School of Drinking Research and embarking on my next PHD- The Challenges of Staying Sober 😉 

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13 Responses to “Sober Research”

  1. lucy2610 January 7, 2014 at 7:54 pm #

    FFF Dont’ give up giving up. Each experience teaches us something new and adds to your recipe for sobriety. We are all works in progress so try not to be hard on yourself. Nice PhD btw 😉

  2. Lilly January 7, 2014 at 10:18 pm #

    You might find this a weird comment but I found this post totally inspiring! Why? Because it completely reminds me of all the great things about getting sober and why it’s worth it. I could have written so much of this. Sooo much of this totally rings true for me too. The way drinking makes me lonely and unproductive and unfocused; the way it’s about wanting to change how you feel (so spot on!); the way that being sober can make you so much more positive and energetic but how easy it is to then go “Oh see, I’m fine, it’s all fine, I can drink after all, Wheeeeeeee” ….. PLONK.

    And, I felt exactly the same way after a couple of shorter-but-still-decent chunks of being sober (a string of 2-3 week periods and then 80 days) but then falling back into heavy, regular drinking. I can promise you that, despite my recent slip, after a longer period of months it gets even better though there are still, obviously, those ups and downs and danger zones. When I started again after 80 days it took me MONTHS to get back on the sober wagon and at the end of the day it was all just torturing myself. Don’t do that. You know what you need to do. Dig in.

    Look, you are doing just what you need to be doing – reaching out, reflecting, being honest, seeing things for what they are. This shit can be HARD but it is also WORTH it. And you can do it. I know you can.

    Lilly xo

    • FitFatFood January 7, 2014 at 10:22 pm #

      Thanks Lily. And these experiences are valuable- we all have to go though them, especially if sometimes we’re ok with drinking. On holiday, I drank and felt fine, but now I’m back and home alone I started doing it. On Sunday I started drinking at 3pm and drank 2 bottles of wine. That shit isn’t normal.

      I’ve looked at it from every possible angle and there’s just no getting away from it. I am an alcoholic and I need to stop for good. This is about learning to be me, and if I don’t, the rest of my life will be miserable.

      I met Carrie for a coffee tonight and it was amazing- I want some of what she has 🙂

      We can do it x

      • Lilly January 7, 2014 at 10:28 pm #

        Oh sweetie. Well, you know, I was just saying to Carrie via text message that in a way the worst bit of my recent drinking was that it was ok(ish) because it fucked with my head with all the ‘maybe I wasn’t that bad’ thoughts. In a weird way, it is actually much better to have had this experience and be able to clearly go YES I DO have a problem. I DO need to quit.

        Your posts/comments remind me too of where it could go if I returned to drinking in earnest. I still feel sure that all that bad crap that led me here isn’t all that far away if I did. But there is this part of me that wishes it had been more awful to remind me of that. What kind of weird, twisted thinking is that? And, if I’m honest, this little bit of me that reads about the two bottles and thinks “Well I was only drinking a bottle at a time, maybe 1.5 at the most, so that wasn’t *so* bad” … it is demented. There is never any point comparing either as we all know, deep down, what feels awful and a huge problem for us whether it’s 3/4 a bottle, 1, 2, 3…

        Yes, Carrie is amazing 🙂 We are lucky to have her. I was jealous of you both being able to meet up for a coffee. Oh the tyranny of distance. I’d have loved to be there too.

        You can do this and we’ve got your back.

        xoxo

      • FitFatFood January 7, 2014 at 10:32 pm #

        I know. Last year I wouldn’t have dreamed of drinking 2 bottles. Or whiskey, Or filling up empty wine bottles with blackcurrant juice so my housemate doesn’t notice we’re a bottle of red down.

        It’s just got worse and that’s enough for me to stop. Tomorrow I’m gong to AA because I need that extra real life support- it makes this all seem more real. The blogging world is amazing, but sometimes I re-read my posts and feel like I’m in a fiction.

  3. Bel January 7, 2014 at 11:37 pm #

    When I read your posts lately it really reminds me of the song Breathe Me by Sia.

    We are all behind you – you are only a real failure when you stop trying!

    • FitFatFood January 8, 2014 at 12:19 pm #

      God, yes! I used to love that song- just listened to it again and you’re exactly right.

      I need to make a sober playlist! There are so many songs that remind me of the importance of sobriety.

  4. Amina C January 8, 2014 at 2:05 am #

    Just from personal experience AA has relieved me from my constant mental obsession. I rarely think about alcohol any more. I’ll have 4 months sober on Saturday. It works for me. I can’t tell you what works for you though. You have done the most important thing already. Your honesty is amazing. Sending you the best!

  5. Flossie April 2, 2015 at 7:58 am #

    Thank you for posting this way back in January last year. So much of what you write rings true for me especially being in a constant state of wanting to change how I feel. I’m, on day 17 and feel I’ve read enough and thought about not drinking enough to cope with the drink cravings at the moment. What I wasn’t quite prepared for was the endless introspection. I know it’s necessary but I feel like I’m getting bogged down in it. I’ve bookmarked this post because it just sets out so clearly so many things that I think apply to me.Thank you again,
    Flossie x

    • FitFatFood April 2, 2015 at 9:55 pm #

      Oh Flossie. What a wonderful comment to read.

      Thanks for prompting me to re-read that post too, as it’s a great reminder of how far I’ve come and how far you will go.

      The introspection continues though, because it’s part of staying sober. But I dont mind because what Ive learnt has been life changing and the more I reflect the more I grow.

      Best of luck x
      X

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