Another night at home alone for dinner; my husband on a business trip, my teens out with their friends. The dialogue started again...I can have just one with dinner, blah, blah, blah...you know how it goes. While I was heating up my dinner in the microwave, preparing to eat in front of the t.v. (fun times!) and struggling to talk myself out of having a 'drink', I started imagining how delicious a tall glass of milk would taste with my dinner (I love me some milk!). As soon as I shifted from thinking about the alcohol to thinking about an alternative, and how fresh and cold it would taste, the desire for alcohol was gone. While we obsess over the "should I or shouldn't I" question, we are fixated on the booze. I learned tonight that when my mind starts to get into the dangerous debate, I need to change my thinking away from that to an alternative that I will enjoy. Turns out, I had 3 glasses of milk with dinner. I was very thirsty so I'm guessing one glass of booze would not have been enough. So happy I didn't go there! Day 9 today! Woot woot!
