Yesterday I threw this at Wolfie, my 95 day sober treat. Comfort foods also knock him out for a while. White toast, real butter. Still less calories than a bottle of Chardonnay. Sober self love comes in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes in a tin. If you're struggling like me right now, find some comfort food and lob it at Wolfie.
Today rather than rushing home after a long report writing session, I'm drowning him in a milkshake, banana. My weight hasn't moved much since I stopped drinking. To be honest, doing this stuff is hard enough without trying to deprive myself in other ways. Slowly that will sort itself out, but it's not now. Today is about being sober, self care and comfort food as my drinking head sulks. I will get to 100.
(I've heard if you write stuff sometimes it makes you think harder about it happening) best start my lines eh?
I WILL GET TO 100 DAYS.
I WILL GET TO 100 DAYS......