On my way to work ] 10/5/05
From Here to There ] 10/5/05
I didn't make a little sign today. But I wanted to get some pics to acknowledge this little mile stone. They are starting to fly by now... It's true what they say, those first 30 days are the slowest... must have something to do with speed and the brain... go figure.
And a license plate which shows the new period I am in... from day 60 to day 90. (And it reminds me of an ab workout I did with my trainer where I lay flat and raise my legs to varying degrees as he calls them out. 10, 90, 30, 15, 45, 80, 60, 90. Ah, good times.)
The internal debate over drinking continues in my head. I hate to be the uptight, no fun, social avoidance kinda person. I WAS that person all through high school, and for several years thereafter. Drinking can be fun. It is a way to loosen up and engage with people. However, I don't seem to have any problem doing so with out it. This weekend I am going to a theme park with a dozen or so new friends I have made in the past two months. Guys who's names I remember, who's phone numbers I got in our first conversation, and who's primary motivation is to have me as a friend who they can depend on and vice versa. Novel idea.
So 60 days. Remember that two week cycle? Using every other weekend? Where is that cycle now? But don't get me wrong. It required throwing myself into the care of other people, changing most of my daily and weekly routines, avoiding Manhunt (which I haven't touched since July), avoiding bars (by myself anyway), and calling on friends whenever I feel those urges to run out, get lost and hide from life in a swirl of mindless drug-driven sex.
In the Beginning ] 8/9/05
Back