Half Way There...

So now, 16 days in, my challenge is becoming harder. I really expected it to be easier by now, & I'm finding empathy for addicts who return to their drug of choice well after their detox is finished. I would seriously love a beer. Or a red wine. Or a scotch. Or, y'know, some methylated spirits. 

And sugar. Man oh man. What I wouldn't do for a bigass slice of cake. Or a teaspoon full of honey. Or a goddamn banana. But I won't. 

I had a really, REALLY hard day with my boys today. Really hard. And I could have smashed a beer or 3 before dinner. And only a few weeks ago I would have been decompressing with a scotch right now. But I'm having my lemongrass and ginger tea, in my Nanna's teapot with my Grandma's tea strainer, and I feel a bit proud I must admit.

I'm wondering, though, how I will cope once August 1 rolls around. I'm blocking my sugar cravings by eating too much "other stuff" - too much cheese, too many nuts, too much coffee, too much coconut. And I still don't know how I will go about being a "moderate" consumer of alcohol, rather than a teetotaler or a drunkard.