Day 14, two weeks and I literally only scraped through. Today I had severe cravings and at 4pm I had almost accepted my fate that I would end up drinking. I was planning my story I would tell my sober friend when she arrived tomorrow. Then I would flip it around and remind myself that I signed up for the 100 days and try and think about my last night drinking and how I felt and how much better I have felt since.
On and on back and forth it went and all the while I was working around the house. At one point I could smell and taste it. I am not sure how it passed, why it passed or if I was "being strong" but somehow I survived the day including a trip to the store ( I drank a Becks Blue before I left the house)
I planned to lie to my friend also. I was going to buy a bottle of vodka but only drink half but then save the rest for Tueday night when she left and THAT would be my last drink (yet again) I plan to tell her all of this tomorrow.
I am done in. Hard work all day and the battle of the century on top of that. I'm off to bed. I am too tired to feel much right now but I think tomorrow I will feel happy or pleased that I managed to get through the day.