Jesus, I thought I drank too much but it's still hard to believe 10% of Americans drink the equivalent of 10 drinks EVERY DAY.
On my worst weeks when I think "i need to cut back" I might average ~3 drinks a day, maybe 5 on a holiday bender.
On my worst weeks when I think "i need to cut back" I might average ~3 drinks a day, maybe 5 on a holiday bender.
Once the habit is ingrained and you become reliant on it to control your moods, 'cutting back' is a whole different proposition. My triglycerides are terrible, but other than that I seem to be ok, so why not just keep going? It's the easiest path, inexpensive, and most importantly, a LOT less hassle than dealing with the minefield of incompetence you encounter when seeking mental health treatment.
I haven't given up completely on 'doing better'. But on the other hand, maybe that's not for everybody. We only have so much time here, how do we want to spend it? Stumbling over ourselves in an impossible quest for imaginary perfection, until we die anyway? Or enjoying ourselves the best we can given the dire circumstances?
Really, not a single drink or sip.
That way your liver has time to heal itself again, lest it will develop a cirrhosis, which will signifanctly decrease your quality and expectancy of life. If you have a cirrhosis of the liver, it's too late, you're going to die in at most 5 years, and it won't be pleasant until then, either.
That's got nothing to do with "doing better", "perfection" or whatever, just hard facts.
"I haven't given up completely on 'doing better'. But on the other hand, maybe that's not for everybody. We only have so much time here, how do we want to spend it? Stumbling over ourselves in an impossible quest for imaginary perfection, until we die anyway? Or enjoying ourselves the best we can given the dire circumstances?"
I hope you do arrive at "doing better". It is likely you will enjoy yourself a lot more.
Some mimosa with brunch is one thing, but if you're into pretty much anything else (beer, wine, liquor), you should probably stop immediately and take a good hard look in the mirror.
I did not, and I was completely stunned, but he said he knew he had to start now because then he could be strong like his dad. And he treated it purely like a chore, drinking every single morning for the next year and change, when we parted ways.
This guy was brilliant - his 4th grade science project was a to measure the lift of different airfoil shapes using as a testbed a hand-built, full-on wind tunnel made from a discarded cylinder vacuum cleaner. I think he dropped out of school in highschool.