If you’ve been following my journey, you will know that I challenged myself to stay without alcohol for a long time. And by a long time I meant 100 days.
For a practised seasonnaire, that’s a damn long time…but as the days went on it just became part of every day life. I didn’t think about it, and I naturally said ‘I don’t drink’ when offered out at dinner. My liver had regenerated itself 3 times over in this break, but as I got closer to my goal, I started to get excited to go out for my first drink – and trying to decide where to go and what to have played on my mind quite a bit.
With my awesome body composition test results this week, I decided that I wanted to go out for a Friday Brunch with Matt. Not a huge one, just one where we could go and enjoy each others company and have a little tipple. We chose Jazz at Pizza Express, as the free-flowing prosecco caught my attention. What better way to celebrate than with a glass of bubbly?!
The first sip was delightful! I felt relaxed and happy and ready to enjoy the meal! In my mind I was a little bit nervous because I didn’t know how much it would effect me, but throughout the meal I felt good, started to feel more confident…and then I started to mix my drinks *facepalm*
I still felt good though…a little fuzzy in the head maybe, and so after brunch was over we decided to head to Happy Hour at Trader Vics. And that’s where I started to feel it. Like it had smacked me in the face with a skillet. So after one cocktail there I waved my white flag in surrender and we got a taxi (which felt like a rollercoaster) home. Not long after that (probably about 5 minutes) this sorry little person was passed out in bed.
My body wasn’t ready for it. Maybe one or two drinks, but not a Friday Brunch. Rookie error! Writing this today I am feeling okay, but my body has turned into the carb monster and we are so damn lucky that our house has NO unhealthy food in it – because it would all be inside me by now.
I was supposed to train legs and do some cardio today. I might just about manage the cardio, and I’m sad about that. My life and it’s priorities have changed… going out on a bender isn’t going to help me towards my goals, and it’s more likely to make me feel like crap and miss workouts and leave me feeling sorry for myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be more than happy to indulge in a glass of champagne or 2 at the weddings and have a few cocktails in Ibiza…but I seriously know that I need to pace myself properly during the holiday or else I’m going to ruin the whole thing for me (and Matt who would have to look after me)
But when I am back, I’ll be straight back into sobriety apart from very special occasions. I just don’t see the point anymore in wasting the livers functionality on removing the toxins from alcohol from my body, when it can be doing much better things for me!
Have you given up anything to help you with your health and fitness goals? Have you re-introduced anything and found it to have a bad effect? I love hearing your comments and thoughts, so jot down below and I’ll get back to you 🙂