Well, this wasn't the most interesting weekend I've ever had... but still no booze.
Friday night was a quiet one, I met up with a couple of friends for a couple of lemonades and didn't stay out too long as i was heading to London the next day.
Saturday was spent mostly in London doing some shopping, and just enjoying being out of the ding. There were some issues though and some rather interesting events... The weather didn't help as it kept changing between sunshine, rain and towards the end of the day some hail as well.
Shopping wasn't the greatest of successes, even though i finally found some black Jack Purcells which had been eluding me for a few years... I didn't end up buying much else - although I did get a hug from a rather cute carrot outside Westfield. I also ended up destroying my sunglasses which was a shame.
Sunday was another relaxing day of enjoying my weekend, and also searching for some sunglasses that don't make me look retarded. This wasn't a great success - neither was looking for some jeans as not drinking is making me lose weight.
I did however buy a book instead... It is a great book by Haruki Murakami - so it wasn't a waste...
I have come to realise however that being teetotal changes the way you think. When drinking your mind becomes messy so you can concentrate on just enjoying yourself and you stop caring about everything else. When you don't drink you don't have the privilege of a cloudy mind - instead you're able to think and think too much about what's going on in your mind...
I've found that I'm more indecisive now, i keep changing my mind and I'm confusing people left, right and centre. I know I've annoyed and stressed out some of my friends the past week and for that I'm sorry... I'm very impatient at the moment, and waiting around for something to happen gets my goat. My mind is still working its way back to being human again - and hopefully I'll be able to rectify what I've done...
I still don't like waiting around though...
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
A weekend filled with nothing
Well this weekend shouldn't be such a challenge... I have minimal plans other than going out for a few drinks with some friends tonight, and maybe heading to London on Saturday.
Isn't really anything that can go wrong here - although I do love a sunny day in London... Having a nice cold beer sitting outside watching the world go by is always a very good way to spend an afternoon, especially in London as there are nice views and locations all over but I do have things to do - so this may not even be an option...
Although articles like this won't help. Especially as I was in the 2nd pub on the list last Saturday night...
Should hopefully be a good relaxing weekend where i am not challenged at all...
Isn't really anything that can go wrong here - although I do love a sunny day in London... Having a nice cold beer sitting outside watching the world go by is always a very good way to spend an afternoon, especially in London as there are nice views and locations all over but I do have things to do - so this may not even be an option...
Although articles like this won't help. Especially as I was in the 2nd pub on the list last Saturday night...
Should hopefully be a good relaxing weekend where i am not challenged at all...
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Story of my Weekend
This weekend was a pretty good one, there was a lot going on and still no sign of cracking... although its only been 3 weeks I'm pretty proud of myself - even though I can't have another alcoholic beverage until there's a birthday night out in April...
Anyway, my weekend. Friday night was a good and strange one. People just kept popping out of the woodwork, and it seemed that about half the people I go out with somehow managed to turn up in the same pub at the same time, and some of them randomly knew each other...
It started with a few drinks with a work-mate, then gradually started to ramp up with every new arrival. I kept to my strict regime of coke or lemonade - i couldn't really think of a new non-alcoholic drink so just stuck to the usual. It was a pretty good night, with people turning up all over the shop, always someone to talk to and catch up with.
The only downers were that I had to leave fairly early in order to get home as I needed to be up at 8am as we were getting our new front door - which I must say is definitely a step up from the one with the hole in... There was a lot of talk about this challenge, where people were almost mourning the loss of me as a drinking buddy which was a bit of a shame, but on the flip side there was a lot of people telling me I was doing something good, and that they were supporting me which was really good to hear. The other downer was that I missed out on moving onto somewhere there was dancing... For some reason when I go out at the moment because I'm not drunk I have so much more energy and I do like to get my dance on...
Well that was Friday, and Saturday was different but in some ways better. It started early with getting a new front door, and escalated from there. I met up with a few friends in order to organise one of our best friend's stag weekends... which culminated with various thoughts about what we could make him wear in order for him to be humiliated the most - as he really doesn't mind being naked or wearing a dress...
This moved onto playing football for an hour or so where I figured out that I have lost both my first touch and half my lung capacity... but apart from that it was a good laugh and really good to catch up with my friends. That evening we were all planning on heading into London for a friend's birthday - but unfortunately pretty much everyone decided to be weak and bailed... leaving just myself and my mate Keith.
This didn't take anything away from the night out however, we managed to still have a lot of fun - and there was indeed some dancing this night. The highlights of the evening for me had to be the clientele in the main bar we ended up in - and the wonderful Mrs Miller who led a tremendous sing-a-long in a pub we found. Combining the hit music of every era from "What shall we do with the drunken sailor", and "Hey Jude" to the sing-a-long delights of DJ Sammy this truly was a wonderful spectacle and very easy to get involved with.
The night was a success, even though there were the odd obstacle, like the complications of an upset girlfriend (which brought back conflicting good and bad memories for me), the lack of alcohol in my system, the prices of everything, and the fact that we missed our last train home... Although in one respect things were great - I smoked only before the main event, and after - whilst in the actual final bar I only took very expensive lemonade into my system - a fact that I'm proud of.
We came back on Sunday morning, after a couple of hours sleep, just in time for our Mother's Day lunch. Because I was not hungover at all, this was also a success, I even helped to cook... The rest of the day however was spent mostly just resting up as I'd had two late nights and two very early mornings - but in the evening I managed to do quite a lot of reading and writing and so all in all this was definitely a good weekend, apart from the mighty Villa being destroyed...
I have noticed that these days tho that because my body is not filled with alcohol that I have so much more energy and I really need an outlet for this. So I'm looking for activities to do that will help me get rid of this energy and give me even more to do!
This week could be rather interesting as it signifies the return to town of a deviant... which could cause issues - but I'll face those as I've faced every one so far - in a sober state!
Anyway, my weekend. Friday night was a good and strange one. People just kept popping out of the woodwork, and it seemed that about half the people I go out with somehow managed to turn up in the same pub at the same time, and some of them randomly knew each other...
It started with a few drinks with a work-mate, then gradually started to ramp up with every new arrival. I kept to my strict regime of coke or lemonade - i couldn't really think of a new non-alcoholic drink so just stuck to the usual. It was a pretty good night, with people turning up all over the shop, always someone to talk to and catch up with.
The only downers were that I had to leave fairly early in order to get home as I needed to be up at 8am as we were getting our new front door - which I must say is definitely a step up from the one with the hole in... There was a lot of talk about this challenge, where people were almost mourning the loss of me as a drinking buddy which was a bit of a shame, but on the flip side there was a lot of people telling me I was doing something good, and that they were supporting me which was really good to hear. The other downer was that I missed out on moving onto somewhere there was dancing... For some reason when I go out at the moment because I'm not drunk I have so much more energy and I do like to get my dance on...
Well that was Friday, and Saturday was different but in some ways better. It started early with getting a new front door, and escalated from there. I met up with a few friends in order to organise one of our best friend's stag weekends... which culminated with various thoughts about what we could make him wear in order for him to be humiliated the most - as he really doesn't mind being naked or wearing a dress...
This moved onto playing football for an hour or so where I figured out that I have lost both my first touch and half my lung capacity... but apart from that it was a good laugh and really good to catch up with my friends. That evening we were all planning on heading into London for a friend's birthday - but unfortunately pretty much everyone decided to be weak and bailed... leaving just myself and my mate Keith.
This didn't take anything away from the night out however, we managed to still have a lot of fun - and there was indeed some dancing this night. The highlights of the evening for me had to be the clientele in the main bar we ended up in - and the wonderful Mrs Miller who led a tremendous sing-a-long in a pub we found. Combining the hit music of every era from "What shall we do with the drunken sailor", and "Hey Jude" to the sing-a-long delights of DJ Sammy this truly was a wonderful spectacle and very easy to get involved with.
The night was a success, even though there were the odd obstacle, like the complications of an upset girlfriend (which brought back conflicting good and bad memories for me), the lack of alcohol in my system, the prices of everything, and the fact that we missed our last train home... Although in one respect things were great - I smoked only before the main event, and after - whilst in the actual final bar I only took very expensive lemonade into my system - a fact that I'm proud of.
We came back on Sunday morning, after a couple of hours sleep, just in time for our Mother's Day lunch. Because I was not hungover at all, this was also a success, I even helped to cook... The rest of the day however was spent mostly just resting up as I'd had two late nights and two very early mornings - but in the evening I managed to do quite a lot of reading and writing and so all in all this was definitely a good weekend, apart from the mighty Villa being destroyed...
I have noticed that these days tho that because my body is not filled with alcohol that I have so much more energy and I really need an outlet for this. So I'm looking for activities to do that will help me get rid of this energy and give me even more to do!
This week could be rather interesting as it signifies the return to town of a deviant... which could cause issues - but I'll face those as I've faced every one so far - in a sober state!
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Coming Weekend - and how a Scooter saved my brain...
Well this weekend could cause me some more issues, especially as my "birthday allowance" has been used for this month... So I cannot drink any alcoholic drinks until April.
Tonight I'm doing a few things, I'm meeting an old friend in the pub to catch up over a few drinks, but before that I'm going out with one of the guys from work for a couple of drinks to say goodbye to an absolutely shockingly boring and awful week at work. Then later on I'm meeting a few people for some more drinks as one of my friends is going away tomorrow... so more an enough opportunities just tonight to lose this challenge.
This week has been a tough one - more because work has been so appallingly boring, well the work has been - I found a scooter and I've been tearing up the office ever since - so the end of the week has been pretty good. This week at work has been so busy, and people are irritating me from all over EMEA - that this Scooter, who I have yet to name, has been my saviour. For some reason seeing someone else at work on a scooter makes people smile and laugh, and when you're on the scooter you forget about the irritating and argumentative engineers who are doing your head in...
With the great weather outside its been long long days waiting to get outside and relax on the riverside with a cold drink. All I've had though is just some nasty tasting soft drinks, I've even managed to sort out some issues with a friend in the past couple of days which should now make things much easier.
Saturday could be the most important barrier to overcome. I am meeting some friends to arrange a friend's stag do, so there will be a lot of thinking about drinking and as we've all known each other for years there is a lot of drinking history there. Following from this I'm on the guest list for some party in London, where of course I will not be drinking again - although with London prices I may have the better deal... We'll see however, and I'll do my best to stay strong and not give in - even under a massive amount of peer pressure that I can see coming my way... I'm not sure the friends I'm seeing on Saturday know I'm doing this challenge - so this should be rather interesting...
I have some plans for Sunday - but these shouldn't involve being in a pub - unless on Mother's Day I decide to go and watch the mighty Villa take on Liverpoo... but I doubt that will happen - so Sunday should be all good... Hopefully.
The Gudang Guram arrives on Monday - and hopefully I will have some more information on the smoking cessation sessions I've signed up for - so maybe this weekend will be the last I spend smoking and not drinking and I will instead be clean living... well lets just see what happens...
And if you work in an office, I’d advise you to get a scooter - as it makes moving around a much more appealing option, and is a tremendous moral booster
Tonight I'm doing a few things, I'm meeting an old friend in the pub to catch up over a few drinks, but before that I'm going out with one of the guys from work for a couple of drinks to say goodbye to an absolutely shockingly boring and awful week at work. Then later on I'm meeting a few people for some more drinks as one of my friends is going away tomorrow... so more an enough opportunities just tonight to lose this challenge.
This week has been a tough one - more because work has been so appallingly boring, well the work has been - I found a scooter and I've been tearing up the office ever since - so the end of the week has been pretty good. This week at work has been so busy, and people are irritating me from all over EMEA - that this Scooter, who I have yet to name, has been my saviour. For some reason seeing someone else at work on a scooter makes people smile and laugh, and when you're on the scooter you forget about the irritating and argumentative engineers who are doing your head in...
With the great weather outside its been long long days waiting to get outside and relax on the riverside with a cold drink. All I've had though is just some nasty tasting soft drinks, I've even managed to sort out some issues with a friend in the past couple of days which should now make things much easier.
Saturday could be the most important barrier to overcome. I am meeting some friends to arrange a friend's stag do, so there will be a lot of thinking about drinking and as we've all known each other for years there is a lot of drinking history there. Following from this I'm on the guest list for some party in London, where of course I will not be drinking again - although with London prices I may have the better deal... We'll see however, and I'll do my best to stay strong and not give in - even under a massive amount of peer pressure that I can see coming my way... I'm not sure the friends I'm seeing on Saturday know I'm doing this challenge - so this should be rather interesting...
I have some plans for Sunday - but these shouldn't involve being in a pub - unless on Mother's Day I decide to go and watch the mighty Villa take on Liverpoo... but I doubt that will happen - so Sunday should be all good... Hopefully.
The Gudang Guram arrives on Monday - and hopefully I will have some more information on the smoking cessation sessions I've signed up for - so maybe this weekend will be the last I spend smoking and not drinking and I will instead be clean living... well lets just see what happens...
And if you work in an office, I’d advise you to get a scooter - as it makes moving around a much more appealing option, and is a tremendous moral booster
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A good weekend, and no sign of cracking...
Well, its taken me a little while to write this post - internet issues...
But this weekend was a success, Friday night went without a hint of alcohol, and also without a hint of the guy who's birthday I was supposed to be out on... This was down to the fact that he was too drunk to get into anywhere in town and lasted 5 mins before being taken home - the dangers of alcohol in a nutshell there!
Saturday night I had my two allocated drinks on another birthday night out and then was on the coke the rest of the night. A sober night out - which ended after hours of getting my dance on at 2am.
Sober dancing is hard until you realise that everyone else there is drunk and shameless - as soon as you wise up to the fact that you're going to wake up in the morning without a hangover, and all the memories of the night before it becomes easy.
And it was easy, even my friends who i had thought may try to scupper me by adding spirits to my cokes didn't try to force the issue, and instead supported me. Which wasn't really a surprise, but it did mean i could drop my guard a bit - as being sober and on an enforced drinking regime makes you a little suspicious...
I woke up on Sunday refreshed, and except for aching feet I felt great. A nice relaxing Sunday was on the cards. I had made plans to watch the football that afternoon so I went into town to kill some time and get a coffee. I really wish I hadn't bothered with the football, as the mighty Villa were beaten by the Spuds - luckily I had changed my mind from watching it with Spurs fans, and instead watched it on a small screen with a fellow Villa fan. Disappointed and in rather a poor mood I only drank one coke over an hour and a half.
Monday I had an absolutely cracking day. I came into work early, sat down and there was a parade of young attractive women using the meeting room directly across from my desk all day. Even though Mondays are my busiest day, this brought a smile to my face and enabled me to get on with my work in a much better mood.
That evening after leaving work I was in a ridiculous mood, so I needed to relax and chill out. I went for a drink with a friend of mine who needed a break after a long weekend. We went to a pub and sat outside as the day turned to night. We usually do this in the summer when the days are longer as there's much more to see and do - but it seemed as good a night as any. The only downside to this was that my friend was drinking Kronenburg Blanc - while I was struggling to get through the worst lemonade I've ever had the misfortune to drink. It tasted as if someone had added some lemon juice to washing up liquid and added just enough water for the colour to disappear. For a drink that's supposed to be effervescent - there were no bubbles at all.
Mondays seem to bring out the idiot in me, so we spent a lot of time talking about rubbish and I was singing... after a couple of hours of this and some awful jokes I couldn't stand my "lemonade" anymore so we went our separate ways.
So there you have it - a weekend filled with going out, and only the allotted drinks, and yet still dancing...
I am still on the lookout for a new nonalcoholic drink that isn't coke, lemonade or pink - any thoughts would be gratefully received.
I have received some bad news however, work have only had 4 enquiries about the stopping smoking sessions, and as they unfortunately need 6 to run the sessions - these will not be happening. I am cutting back however, and I may see about doing this myself instead. Lets just wait and see...
But this weekend was a success, Friday night went without a hint of alcohol, and also without a hint of the guy who's birthday I was supposed to be out on... This was down to the fact that he was too drunk to get into anywhere in town and lasted 5 mins before being taken home - the dangers of alcohol in a nutshell there!
Saturday night I had my two allocated drinks on another birthday night out and then was on the coke the rest of the night. A sober night out - which ended after hours of getting my dance on at 2am.
Sober dancing is hard until you realise that everyone else there is drunk and shameless - as soon as you wise up to the fact that you're going to wake up in the morning without a hangover, and all the memories of the night before it becomes easy.
And it was easy, even my friends who i had thought may try to scupper me by adding spirits to my cokes didn't try to force the issue, and instead supported me. Which wasn't really a surprise, but it did mean i could drop my guard a bit - as being sober and on an enforced drinking regime makes you a little suspicious...
I woke up on Sunday refreshed, and except for aching feet I felt great. A nice relaxing Sunday was on the cards. I had made plans to watch the football that afternoon so I went into town to kill some time and get a coffee. I really wish I hadn't bothered with the football, as the mighty Villa were beaten by the Spuds - luckily I had changed my mind from watching it with Spurs fans, and instead watched it on a small screen with a fellow Villa fan. Disappointed and in rather a poor mood I only drank one coke over an hour and a half.
Monday I had an absolutely cracking day. I came into work early, sat down and there was a parade of young attractive women using the meeting room directly across from my desk all day. Even though Mondays are my busiest day, this brought a smile to my face and enabled me to get on with my work in a much better mood.
That evening after leaving work I was in a ridiculous mood, so I needed to relax and chill out. I went for a drink with a friend of mine who needed a break after a long weekend. We went to a pub and sat outside as the day turned to night. We usually do this in the summer when the days are longer as there's much more to see and do - but it seemed as good a night as any. The only downside to this was that my friend was drinking Kronenburg Blanc - while I was struggling to get through the worst lemonade I've ever had the misfortune to drink. It tasted as if someone had added some lemon juice to washing up liquid and added just enough water for the colour to disappear. For a drink that's supposed to be effervescent - there were no bubbles at all.
Mondays seem to bring out the idiot in me, so we spent a lot of time talking about rubbish and I was singing... after a couple of hours of this and some awful jokes I couldn't stand my "lemonade" anymore so we went our separate ways.
So there you have it - a weekend filled with going out, and only the allotted drinks, and yet still dancing...
I am still on the lookout for a new nonalcoholic drink that isn't coke, lemonade or pink - any thoughts would be gratefully received.
I have received some bad news however, work have only had 4 enquiries about the stopping smoking sessions, and as they unfortunately need 6 to run the sessions - these will not be happening. I am cutting back however, and I may see about doing this myself instead. Lets just wait and see...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sponsorship and an interesting weekend...
This weekend could cause me my first real issues. I have a birthday night out both tonight and tomorrow night - so it will become an interesting choice as to which one I will drink on. I still have time to decide so it'll probably become a spur of the moment decision which I hope I won't regret on Saturday night!
I am however drinking more coke at work, so evenings out drinking more coke will not be pleasant so I am in the market for a new non-alcoholic beverage.
The rest of this week was easy, I didn't succumb to the demon drink. Instead I managed to play pool without the influence of alcohol and although I lost overall I feel I had a moral victory.
On the idea of sponsorship... which someone raised in the comments of the last post - this is something that I will consider. I could call it a "Quitathon" which I’m sure could catch on. If there is more interest in donating or sponsoring me then let me know and I will investigate further.
On a side note - from a discussion I’ve had today I may be including a liverometer to show the good that this is doing to me...
I am however drinking more coke at work, so evenings out drinking more coke will not be pleasant so I am in the market for a new non-alcoholic beverage.
The rest of this week was easy, I didn't succumb to the demon drink. Instead I managed to play pool without the influence of alcohol and although I lost overall I feel I had a moral victory.
On the idea of sponsorship... which someone raised in the comments of the last post - this is something that I will consider. I could call it a "Quitathon" which I’m sure could catch on. If there is more interest in donating or sponsoring me then let me know and I will investigate further.
On a side note - from a discussion I’ve had today I may be including a liverometer to show the good that this is doing to me...
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Why I'm Doing This
Some people have been asking why I'm taking this challenge. They're saying that this is something that will never work, that i'm weak, that peer pressure and beer pressure will make me lose.
That is giving me the motivation to continue, and to succeed. On the 2nd of March 2010 you will hear my cries of jubilation as I call to the heavens "Who's the big winner? I'm the big winner!"
I'm going to complete this. I may even make a trophy...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Gudang Garam Conundrum
As tomorrow is National No Smoking Day i have decided to sign up again for some giving up smoking sessions again. The last time i did this around this time last year i pretty much succeeded - until some personal issues created a weakness and i fell back into being a smoker... But its a new year - so why not try again? That's what I'm telling myself. However i may run into a problem straight away... Not problems of a personal nature but instead 200 problems coming all the way from India...
Gudang Garam the greatest of all the cigarettes i have smoked. A clove cigarette, with a strange and yet alluring smell, and a crackling sound the likes of which have never been heard from a cigarette before... 200 of these bad boys are on their way here with my name on - courtesy of my friend's lovely new wife.
So the conundrum appears - should I give up on these cigarettes even though I've waited a few months for them? Should i give up on the non-smoking? Until Friday, my conscience and feelings are clear. Its non-smoking time again, and this time unless the mystical Gudang Guram has more pull than a set of healthy lungs, its going to stay hopefully.
I may have bitten off more than i can chew here - and may well be heading for a fall - but i will try, and if i fail at this - i will pick myself back up again and try again.
Anyways - back to the point of the blog...
Monday was a quiet day, I had a very long day at work, was in a stupid mood and proceeded to irritate not only myself but many of my friends with my whining... I went to sleep early after Heroes (the 9pm one as i don't even have Freeview - damn burglars) and shut it all off. No hint of booze of any kind here that would have been a mistake - a lot of fruit juice however.
Tuesday, that was easy. I set up this blog. Made sure people were aware of it to give me the pressure and exposure within my social circles so that on nights out I will know that people are there watching me... It seemed to be the best option at the time as its a great incentive to prove everyone wrong. I didn't do much in the evening, no hint or chance of any booze of any kind.
This morning - well i never was one for drinking before work... especially as i work for a rather good company who would frown on that... So its all good so far.
Not a bad start to the week, and some more good decisions made. Here's looking forward to solving the conundrum...
Gudang Garam the greatest of all the cigarettes i have smoked. A clove cigarette, with a strange and yet alluring smell, and a crackling sound the likes of which have never been heard from a cigarette before... 200 of these bad boys are on their way here with my name on - courtesy of my friend's lovely new wife.
So the conundrum appears - should I give up on these cigarettes even though I've waited a few months for them? Should i give up on the non-smoking? Until Friday, my conscience and feelings are clear. Its non-smoking time again, and this time unless the mystical Gudang Guram has more pull than a set of healthy lungs, its going to stay hopefully.
I may have bitten off more than i can chew here - and may well be heading for a fall - but i will try, and if i fail at this - i will pick myself back up again and try again.
Anyways - back to the point of the blog...
Monday was a quiet day, I had a very long day at work, was in a stupid mood and proceeded to irritate not only myself but many of my friends with my whining... I went to sleep early after Heroes (the 9pm one as i don't even have Freeview - damn burglars) and shut it all off. No hint of booze of any kind here that would have been a mistake - a lot of fruit juice however.
Tuesday, that was easy. I set up this blog. Made sure people were aware of it to give me the pressure and exposure within my social circles so that on nights out I will know that people are there watching me... It seemed to be the best option at the time as its a great incentive to prove everyone wrong. I didn't do much in the evening, no hint or chance of any booze of any kind.
This morning - well i never was one for drinking before work... especially as i work for a rather good company who would frown on that... So its all good so far.
Not a bad start to the week, and some more good decisions made. Here's looking forward to solving the conundrum...
Last week
Seeing as I've started this blog a week after the bet started i should update my last week.
Last week was a tough one. It started well with the bet being made on Monday morning. Luckily for me there weren't friends around to drink with so I made my way home and instead I relaxed at home.
Tuesday I'd made plans to watch the football in the pub with one of my friends, as Villa weren't playing it was fairly easy to just sit back, relax and watch a scrappy Liverpool win with a couple of pints of coke. Although the bar staff were a little wary for some reason when i asked for no ice.
However, at 9.30 the evening changed... I received a phone call saying that my house had been broken into. I rushed home from the pub to find that basically my bedroom was torn apart and my TV, Wii, laptop and other goodies had been taken. This was not the best way to start the week. I was very very angry about this, and this affected my whole week as we now had a lovely hole in the door and some things of a sentimental value had been broken. The police turned up at 11.30pm and stayed for an hour taking statements and logging what had gone.
The rest of the week I took mostly off work to sort out the door, insurance claim and to tidy up after the forensics guy had turned up. The forensics guy was not like on CSI... he was this old fat guy who complained about how I hadn't dusted the cabinet my TV sits on. However he did take some fingerprints so here's hoping.
I was off work on Friday but stayed in town most of the day after talking to the door people, who it will take 2 weeks to get a new front door from, looking for prices, values and details for the insurance claim. I had arranged to meet up with a few friends to vent my frustration over the break in. This could have been the bet over and done with, however I managed to just drink coke all evening - although i did instead smoke like a chimney...
On Saturday was the first of the birthday nights out this month, so I was allowed to have two drinks. I only ended up having one beer which although tasted glorious after all the coke i was drinking, it didn't really help with my annoyance over the break-in and I wasn't the best company at all... I ended up leaving around midnight and was rather annoyed at myself about being in a mood.
Sunday I relaxed with family, my sister was around so we had a good family meal and then I was back into town to find more details for the insurance claim.
This was not a bad week for the bet, however not a good week for everything else...
Last week was a tough one. It started well with the bet being made on Monday morning. Luckily for me there weren't friends around to drink with so I made my way home and instead I relaxed at home.
Tuesday I'd made plans to watch the football in the pub with one of my friends, as Villa weren't playing it was fairly easy to just sit back, relax and watch a scrappy Liverpool win with a couple of pints of coke. Although the bar staff were a little wary for some reason when i asked for no ice.
However, at 9.30 the evening changed... I received a phone call saying that my house had been broken into. I rushed home from the pub to find that basically my bedroom was torn apart and my TV, Wii, laptop and other goodies had been taken. This was not the best way to start the week. I was very very angry about this, and this affected my whole week as we now had a lovely hole in the door and some things of a sentimental value had been broken. The police turned up at 11.30pm and stayed for an hour taking statements and logging what had gone.
The rest of the week I took mostly off work to sort out the door, insurance claim and to tidy up after the forensics guy had turned up. The forensics guy was not like on CSI... he was this old fat guy who complained about how I hadn't dusted the cabinet my TV sits on. However he did take some fingerprints so here's hoping.
I was off work on Friday but stayed in town most of the day after talking to the door people, who it will take 2 weeks to get a new front door from, looking for prices, values and details for the insurance claim. I had arranged to meet up with a few friends to vent my frustration over the break in. This could have been the bet over and done with, however I managed to just drink coke all evening - although i did instead smoke like a chimney...
On Saturday was the first of the birthday nights out this month, so I was allowed to have two drinks. I only ended up having one beer which although tasted glorious after all the coke i was drinking, it didn't really help with my annoyance over the break-in and I wasn't the best company at all... I ended up leaving around midnight and was rather annoyed at myself about being in a mood.
Sunday I relaxed with family, my sister was around so we had a good family meal and then I was back into town to find more details for the insurance claim.
This was not a bad week for the bet, however not a good week for everything else...
My first post.
I have started this Blog to help me with this bet. As you may be able to see I'm taking on the task of tempering my alcohol intake to a ridiculously low level. To give you some background on me and my social life here's a typical week for me:
Monday - a couple of beers with some friends after work
Tuesday - nothing
Wednesday - a couple of beers with friends after work - often during the football if its on
Thursday - a few beers with friends after work - sometimes a night out drinking from 5pm
Friday - straight after work I meet friends for beers, this starts at 5pm and usually doesn't end until the early hours of the morning
Saturday - I meet friends for beers in the evening and again this doesn't end until the early hours of the morning
Sunday - I recover.
Now with this bet my habits are changing, although i still meet friends for drinks - i am on the coke or lemonade instead. While everyone else gets drunk, I'm the only sober one. As everyone knows the being sober while everyone around you is drunk is a very lonely place. However, as the year starts to pass by it will become easier and being the only sober one may well become a more appealing prospect.
I have mentioned this bet to many of my friends and they are convinced I will fail. I drink a lot regularly and they believe that this will never last. My nickname at work is Boozehound. I have a lot of work to do, but I'm convinced that I can do it. It'll take a lot of mental strength but I'm sure I will suffer through and be better off financially and with regards my health.
I will keep this updated fairly regularly, and hopefully I will come out of this triumphant.
Monday - a couple of beers with some friends after work
Tuesday - nothing
Wednesday - a couple of beers with friends after work - often during the football if its on
Thursday - a few beers with friends after work - sometimes a night out drinking from 5pm
Friday - straight after work I meet friends for beers, this starts at 5pm and usually doesn't end until the early hours of the morning
Saturday - I meet friends for beers in the evening and again this doesn't end until the early hours of the morning
Sunday - I recover.
Now with this bet my habits are changing, although i still meet friends for drinks - i am on the coke or lemonade instead. While everyone else gets drunk, I'm the only sober one. As everyone knows the being sober while everyone around you is drunk is a very lonely place. However, as the year starts to pass by it will become easier and being the only sober one may well become a more appealing prospect.
I have mentioned this bet to many of my friends and they are convinced I will fail. I drink a lot regularly and they believe that this will never last. My nickname at work is Boozehound. I have a lot of work to do, but I'm convinced that I can do it. It'll take a lot of mental strength but I'm sure I will suffer through and be better off financially and with regards my health.
I will keep this updated fairly regularly, and hopefully I will come out of this triumphant.
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