I’m on my third day without a drink, and I’ve realized that I both love and freaking despise water.
My first day without a drink–the day that I wrote the introductory post to this little experiment–went relatively smoothly. I drank probably six glasses of water, felt strong and inspired, and was surprised at how energetic and focused I felt when I crawled into bed.
And I slept like a log-shaped brick.
I slept so hard, in fact, that I slept an hour and a half past my alarm, and I had to get ready for work and out the door in fifteen minutes. I felt like I was nineteen again–oversleeping yet well-rested, frantic yet spry.
But nothing is ever that easy, is it?
After work yesterday, all I wanted was a glass of wine. Or a beer. Or a third glass of wine. But when I arrived at home, I drank a bottle of water instead, which was equal parts fine and irritating.
I don’t think that my desire for a glass of wine was indicative of an underlying dependence on alcohol, but rather a dependence on routine. I’ve grown accustomed to having a glass of wine with dinner, or cracking a beer and tossing my keys on the counter with dramatic flair after a frustrating day at work. And without such little indulgences, I felt a little lost.
To be perfectly honest, I actually pulled out a Shiner Ruby Red Bird to have with dinner, thinking that no one would ever know. I could just delete the first post and pretend like I never started this experiment. But as I was preparing my meal, I kept sneaking glances at the unopened bottle of beer on the counter. And I couldn’t do it. Even though pretty much no one has seen the initial post, I still felt accountable. What if, by some off-chance, someone who read the first post actually came back to see how I was doing? What if they saw that I had removed the first post and decided to try something else instead as my “first” experiment? I’m bigger than that. I put the beer away and pulled out a La Croix instead.
So today, I picked up a 12-pack of Dr. Pepper on my way home from work. I need a little flavor. Water just isn’t cutting it. But I’m on my third day, and today is easier than yesterday.
That’s all anyone can hope for, right?