Celebrating 90 Days Off Booze & Getting Under 200lbs As A Weight Loss Target
Yesterday I celebrated 90 days since I last touched alcohol. It was a happy day.
When you stop drinking it’s easy to think that everything will automatically be better. It doesn’t happen that way. You’re transported back to the time before you ever started boozing and you have to deal with all the underlying shit that fuelled your drinking.
I haven’t been in a pub in well over 91 days now. I’m not trying to avoid them. I’ve always fucking hated the places. I now understand why people drink to get drunk in pubs. There’s nothing else you can do but try to escape the fucking tedious torture of being in one. The worst thing I can imagine doing at the moment is going into one and sipping on a Coke just to ‘socialise’. Fuck that shit.
I honestly don’t like being around people that much. It drains me. I’ve always been a bit of a loner. In society that’s portrayed as somehow wrong. Fuck that. If I can’t be myself, then who can I be?
I certainly can’t become any more social by hating myself for my natural introversion.
I’d much rather be out there running.
I fell into a rut of drinking because I wasn’t happy with my body and that in turn made my body worse so I drank more.
I’ve only truly begun to appreciate that in the last 3 months. If something isn’t helping you, then why do you keep fucking doing it? It made me feel at ease with myself for a night at the cost of a week of eating like shit through hangovers to try to bring back some of the serenity.
I’m now directly addressing the issue of my body image. In the last month I’ve improved my diet significantly and my weight has dropped to 201.5lbs from around 220lbs at Christmas.
This week is gonna be the week where I drop under 200lbs for the first time since November 2014. I’m hoping that the half marathons continue to get easier. Yesterday’s one was marred by a bit of knee pain in my right leg but I tested it this morning and it seems to be OK now.