So to make my mission this month extra difficult, my alcohol-free time starts with a weekend away with hubby - bummer.
I should make it clear that I don't need to drink because I'm spending the weekend away with hubby - we don't get on each others nerves that much - but it doesn't have quite the same feeling about it when you can't have a glass of wine with that nice dinner you've treated yourselves to, or a glass (or bottle - who counts when they're on hols?) of bubbly while relaxing in a spa bath that you don't have to pay the water bill for.
Our first day was spent partly catching up with an old high school pal for lunch and instead of hanging out in a pub or bar sharing a bottle of wine, we found ourselves in a retro 60s diner listening to Buddy Holly eating fries, burgers and drinking - wait for it - Coke with a shot of lime cordial.
It looked like slime.
But it was quite enjoyable taking in the nostalgia and trying to figure out if the mini-jukebox at our table really did play music or if it was simply for decoration.
I must admit that by the end of that first day I was glad I wasn't drinking though as by time we rocked back to our hotel at around 8pm I was exhausted, and a glass of wine probably would've seen me passed out, fully clothed and half my make-up removed by 8.05pm.
Music played a part in the other 'what a bad weekend to quit drinking' phase as our main reason for going away for the weekend was to attend the Foo Fighters concert and let's be honest, who doesn't go to a rock concert and expect some alcoholic involvement?? Although I did think the people walking around drinking red wine (which would've been me) did look slightly odd among the beer and spirit drinkers.
Hubby only had one beer which surprised me as the trip was his Christmas present, and I got the impression he felt he shouldn't drink because I wasn't, which of course isn't the idea at all. He promised that wasn't the case though with "I honestly don't feel like it" and "No, I think Pepsi will go fine with this steak" and "If I do drink I'll have to pee more often"
I don't buy this as he has a bladder the same size as that of a small child and he kept peeing anyway!
I do have to give my husband credit though as all weekend he kept telling me "if you want to have a drink, I won't tell anyone" which I just found so sweet (and NO I'm pretty sure he wasn't just trying to get me drunk!), however I stuck to my resolve as I realised how truly disappointed I would be in myself if I caved five days in.
I've got two social functions this week which will test the resolve a little more especially since one is fully catered and I'm not driving either to or from it....
Why am I doing this again?
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