So, here’s the deal.  I spent much of October drunk, hung over or in various stages in between.   It wasn’t pretty.  And there wasn’t really any rhyme or reason to my month of binge drinking.

I look back now (uh, stone sober) and realize I must have been bored out of my mind.  That’s the only explanation I have for the chronic, constant consumption of liquor.  Well, that and I like alcohol a lot.

I realized I was getting sloppy in early November.  I had a couple back-to-back weekends where most of the weekend was a blur.  Not only did I feel like crap most of the time, I became obsessed with where my next drink was coming from.  My friends were way too polite to point any of this out.  They should have smacked me up the side of the head with a harsh dose of reality.  Alas, they are not to blame.  I was.

So instead of trying to reign in my drinking, I went cold turkey for 30 days.  1) To prove to myself that I could, indeed, do it and 2) to detox after abusing my liver for weeks on end.

I’m proud to say that today marked the last day of non-drinking.  Am I going to dive head first in to a vat of Chardonnay tomorrow?  No, but I’m going to be much more conscious of my imbibing.  It was a good test of my will power.  And after the first week … it really wasn’t that difficult.  (Oh, who am I kidding?  Yes, it was.)

In the process, I’ve gotten a lot more clear-headed.  My sleep patterns have never been better.  Not to mention,  I’m down a whopping 16 pounds just from lack of alcohol.  I wrote on my Facebook page, “How bloated was I before, for chrissake!?”

I have a couple Xmas parties over the weekend.  I’m gonna celebrate and then start another 30 days of being in a drink-free zone.   (Okay, I may tip back one to celebrate New Years … but that’s IT.)  Thanks for wishing me luck over the last month … and keeping me semi-sane.  I thank you … as do many of my inner organs.