I am on day 12. Yesterday was brutal. My kids were both ratty all weekend. They are excited about Christmas coming but they don't know what to do with all that nervous energy. I was craving a drink so badly last night. I went down stairs to my mother's kitchen and got out the carton of wine she keeps in her kitchen. I looked at. I walked away. I wend back - took a giant swig and then put it away. Walked a way. Didin't drink mor - I know that that is good and that this was in mahy ways a success. But it scares me to think that it takes so much energy and will power to resist - how can I ever keep that up?