Day 12 of no beer. I thought it would be harder than it has been. I haven’t even wanted a beer or even thought about it much. When I do think about it, it’s not a craving or need, it’s more of “a beer sounds good”, but I don’t have to have one. I have beer in the house, not in the fridge, but in the house. I didn’t “quit” drinking beer, I like beer. It was a mutual discussion between my husband and I that if we put our “beer money” in a jar, we’d have more money for our vacation to Hawaii in September, and we would be more apt to lose a few pounds before then as well.
I won’t lie, sometimes I wondered if I was addicted to beer. It was something we did together at the end of the day. Crack open an ice-cold beverage and talk about the day. Every day. It never affected my relationships or employment, or his. We always enjoyed the evenings with a beer or two. Now that I’ve not had a beer in almost 2 weeks, I can plainly see that it as more of a habit than an addiction. We replaced the beer with tea, and we still discuss the day as usual and the world didn’t come to a grinding halt because we now drink tea instead of beer.
I don’t feel that much different now than I did a couple of weeks ago. I sleep better because I don’t have to get up to pee in the middle of the night anymore, but, that is the only difference I have noticed so far. I haven’t lost any weight, disappointed but that wasn’t my ultimate goal anyway. My ultimate goal was the $$ and trust me that is way more enticing than holding a beer in my hand at the end of the day. Which, reminds me… I haven’t put any money in the jar yet! I’ll need to remember to get an extra $20 from the ATM when I go to town this afternoon.
We have a concert coming up in a week and a half, I’m interested to see if I will even want a beer. If I do, I’ll have one.