Well, its been nearly seven days now without the booze.
It was awesome to go out this weekend to our typical bar hangouts and just have diet coke without feeling like I was missing out.
On a side note because I need to vent: I absolutely HATE University of Phoenix's lame ass online courses. I have been training to be an instructor. I have my first class starting next week and I really need to make up my mind FAST if I want to go through with it. The training program is absolutely shit! They expect you to use certain UoP forms and rubrics but give you no direction as to where to find them or how to successfully use them.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
I'll have a virgin Vodka and diet coke
I went out to a bar last night with some friends. Everyone was drinking, of course. I wasn't. And it was fine! I thought it would feel very strange to not be drinking, while others are taking shots, but it really wasn't. I had a couple diet cokes.
It was great that I was still myself and not bored, shy, boring or what have you.
A friend even said "Drunk Celina is just like Sober Celina!". That was nice to hear. Its nice to realize that I act silly and funny (and slightly stupid) even when i am out with drinks and sober. I can still be myself because that silly girl is still me.
Even before we went out, I was home and singing on the karaoke machine. By myself. Which I have never done home alone, unless I was drinking. Lower inhibitions, I guess. But it was a happy surprise that I was even able to throw out some off-key notes and not care if the neighbors could hear me (yikes! Poor neighbors).
Its interesting to think that I have used alcohol as a crutch to do things I wouldn't normally feel comfortable doing if not drinking. But who the hell cares if I sing too loud or off key or if I talk to someone at a bar I recognize from the gym. I shouldnt let my insecurities and inhibitions rule me. I shouldnt "need" a drink to feel comfortable in a room full of people I don't know.
Good job Sober Celina. You're allright!
It was great that I was still myself and not bored, shy, boring or what have you.
A friend even said "Drunk Celina is just like Sober Celina!". That was nice to hear. Its nice to realize that I act silly and funny (and slightly stupid) even when i am out with drinks and sober. I can still be myself because that silly girl is still me.
Even before we went out, I was home and singing on the karaoke machine. By myself. Which I have never done home alone, unless I was drinking. Lower inhibitions, I guess. But it was a happy surprise that I was even able to throw out some off-key notes and not care if the neighbors could hear me (yikes! Poor neighbors).
Its interesting to think that I have used alcohol as a crutch to do things I wouldn't normally feel comfortable doing if not drinking. But who the hell cares if I sing too loud or off key or if I talk to someone at a bar I recognize from the gym. I shouldnt let my insecurities and inhibitions rule me. I shouldnt "need" a drink to feel comfortable in a room full of people I don't know.
Good job Sober Celina. You're allright!
Unhappy Hour - Friday
Its 2:40pm and I am off work. I would love to celebrate the week's end with a drink or two. I would love to go out to happy hour now, but I can't!
Wah!
Wah!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Margarita Thursday! Guess all I get is Margherita PIZZA
Its Margarita Thursday!!! WOOOOO!!!
But for me, its Margherita Pizza Thursday! Boooo!
But for me, its Margherita Pizza Thursday! Boooo!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
90 Days' EVE, anticipating the next 3 months
(Written yesterday)
Tomorrow marks day number 1 of my 90 day dry spell from the oh-so-alluring temptress that is alcohol. 90 - thats a freakin long time. More than twice as long as Jesus fasted. Damn, that could kill a man - but if I have a drop of Satan's juice I could be the one killed.
I will welcome 90 mornings of hangover-free wake up calls, and well rested sleep. Greetings to falling asleep in my own bed, instead of on the couch with my shoes on, teeth not brushed, and self-pride no longer present.
90 days of not asking my husband why my purse is in the back seat of my car and my phone in the fridge. Or who the hell ate so much Del Taco last night? Oh right, me. And why does my neck hurt. Where did this bruise come from? And was that a dream or did I really jump on a stranger's car with him behind the wheel?
Goodbye to cancelling weekend morning plans because I am "sick" with nausea and a pounding headache. Goodbye to not making it to my Yoga class because I have fallen victim to alcohol-induced vertigo, once again.
So yes, tomorrow makes day number one of a brand new life. What will karaoke, nights in the hot tub, jumping into sand traps, and watching The World According to Paris (without wanting to kill Paris) be like without my mouth-watering, lip smacking vanilla vodka??? Or without my "its just diet coke" rum and coke concoction?
I guess I will just have to learn how to self-soothe, relax, and watch trashy reality shows the all-natural, all-sober way. When I need self-confidence, lower inhibitions, or to turn off into a coma-like state, I cannot turn to my usual liquid comfort.
In just a few hours, I will be embarking on a 90 day journey and learn to do things the normal way like normal people.
And for this I am excited to face this challenge and come out a healthier and less sleep-deprived woman........
with pretty feet ;)
Tomorrow marks day number 1 of my 90 day dry spell from the oh-so-alluring temptress that is alcohol. 90 - thats a freakin long time. More than twice as long as Jesus fasted. Damn, that could kill a man - but if I have a drop of Satan's juice I could be the one killed.
I will welcome 90 mornings of hangover-free wake up calls, and well rested sleep. Greetings to falling asleep in my own bed, instead of on the couch with my shoes on, teeth not brushed, and self-pride no longer present.
90 days of not asking my husband why my purse is in the back seat of my car and my phone in the fridge. Or who the hell ate so much Del Taco last night? Oh right, me. And why does my neck hurt. Where did this bruise come from? And was that a dream or did I really jump on a stranger's car with him behind the wheel?
Goodbye to cancelling weekend morning plans because I am "sick" with nausea and a pounding headache. Goodbye to not making it to my Yoga class because I have fallen victim to alcohol-induced vertigo, once again.
So yes, tomorrow makes day number one of a brand new life. What will karaoke, nights in the hot tub, jumping into sand traps, and watching The World According to Paris (without wanting to kill Paris) be like without my mouth-watering, lip smacking vanilla vodka??? Or without my "its just diet coke" rum and coke concoction?
I guess I will just have to learn how to self-soothe, relax, and watch trashy reality shows the all-natural, all-sober way. When I need self-confidence, lower inhibitions, or to turn off into a coma-like state, I cannot turn to my usual liquid comfort.
In just a few hours, I will be embarking on a 90 day journey and learn to do things the normal way like normal people.
And for this I am excited to face this challenge and come out a healthier and less sleep-deprived woman........
with pretty feet ;)
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