Three Weeks Sober

I thought I'd give an update on my soberness.

It's been three weeks now since I decided to give up alcohol for lent - or rather just to prove that I can.
By the third day I was convinced that time had actually spiraled out of control, and in fact a whole month had passed.  I was quite worried that only three days in and I was already struggling - time was conspiring against me.

However, fast forward three weeks, and time literally seems to have done that - fast forwarded.  Having spent the majority of time at work I'd probably have gone this long sober anyway.  Or rather would have turned up to work with a hangover all the same (not doing that again, I swear the last time I got a hernia by doing that...).  It's three weeks and I don't really crave a drink, in fact I can think of nothing worse to have.  Especially now that the weather's turning out to be all summery, I think I'd rather have a glass of water.  But today was a large temptation - St Patrick's Day.  Believe me whether your Irish or not, there will be a LOT of hangovers tomorrow.  Whilst walking through the masses out on the town I started thinking maybe I should have a drink, but for once I'm glad I'm not one of them.  I don't actually miss it.  The only thing I'm infuriated with is that I really ought to be losing the weight from not drinking as I'm certainly not replacing alcohol with sugary sweets and takeaways.  In fact I'm probably eating less as I don't need to resort to feeding myself up to try and get sober again.

But the whole anti-alcohol thing has really spurred me on to get fit again.  To reach a size that I'm actually confident with - but it seems a long off target.  I'm thinking that this Easter holiday, with all the time I need to kill between jobs and the weather seemingly warming up, I might take to the running shoes again.

I am going to get fit.  I am.