Sitting here feeling a bit euphoric and sad at the same time.
I gave up booze about 18months ago. The reasons were:- I have a minor heart murmour that is made much worse by alcohol, I got serious about my XC training and I decided too much of my time was spent working out if I could drive etc. I never had a “problem” but I’m not great at moderation.
It’s worked well – life is much easier, my ticker is behaving and I don’t miss it much. I’m only a little more boring.
I do have a tipple on my birthday. So I sit here having drunk a bottle of red out of the case I chose with my now deceased best mate with a glass of Caul Isla next to me. I’m filled with that slightly baseless feeling of well being that only hooch brings and I wonder if abstinence is quite as great as I thought.