Sixth week sober, who'd have thought it. Six weeks (thanks AEG! My sober twin)! Here's my seven days in photos. I'm trying to appreciate the smaller stuff and the bigger stuff. And muddle through the days. A few photos of my week. Sober. Up above, getting out for half an hour as folks have suggested, helps. Mild exercise, but its a start.
|A trip to the city. More autumn sunshine.|
Leaving early morning to drive into the city. No fear of being over the limit this week. That makes a change. A misty start to help our rewarded by sunshine. Fabulous.
|Time on the beach with my old man at the weekend.|
A walk on a different beach, chatting, no sore head, no paranoia. Just chatting. Lovely.
|Roses from a friend, in full bloom.|
|Lunchtime walks between work commitments.|
Listening to the sober podcasts from Belle whilst walking the dogs. Getting some of those sober thoughts into my everyday places. Although I remember to listen to the sea too, love the sea. Much better without a hangover!
|Early morning misty cups of coffee at the garden gate wrapped up dogs stirring, hens fed.|
I am enjoying mornings again. They're not full of dread from the night before. They're sleepy, unfettered and full of sober friends when I switch my computer on. That's nice. Not checking my it for silly stuff I've sent when drinking the night before.
|Day 42, sunset on the beach yesterday after a day of showers. I wrote my number for today on my local beach.|
So that was my week, my sixth sober week, I'm off to a chums with a warm tray of chocolate brownies to go for lunch, having been outside in my garden since 8am this morning. Small steps. I hope your week was good too. Here's to next week. Taking each day at a time, sober.