A character in a novel I read in August was described as having ‘alcoholic proclivities’.
The very term struck me to the core. It felt way too close to home. I looked up the definition of proclivity, according to Merriam-Webster:
an inclination or predisposition toward something; especially : a strong inherent inclination toward something objectionable
Just a few days later I received the results of a food intolerance test conducted while I was in Australia in July. Grapes had made the list. As had all fermented beverages (alcohol, cider, vinegar) and malt (beer, liqueurs, whisky, gin). Just to be sure I didn’t miss all the connections to alcohol.
I’d bought a bottle of wine that day. I closed down the computer, ignored the damning email for a few days, enjoy this last hurrah – and then I did it.
My many previous half-hearted efforts to drop the daily glass of wine became a personal mission.
It was jolly hard.
I was so used to having a glass of wine while cooking dinner. Occasionally two, but mostly just the one. To wind down after my busy day. A signal to relax. Fairly common in the western world. Even more so in the expat world, with sunsets to watch and an underlying feeling of being on holiday all the time (despite not being true).
For the first week, that banished glass of vino crossed my mind every 7 seconds from lunch time to bed time. I kid you not.
The second week was no better. Not having any wine in the house was my only saviour. Further helped by a local law preventing sale of alcohol from 12 noon Saturday until Monday morning, as a weekend bevvy on the deck overlooking the bay was, not surprisingly, very enticing.
The third week came with some relief. Sometimes it was dinner time before wine crossed my mind, when more easily satisfied with a non-alcoholic drink.
The next week was better again.
Did I succumb?
Yes, twice. Without intending to, I book-ended an alcohol free month.
On the final day of August, when we finally bit the bullet with one internet supplier and had another installed, I was so elated I knew no other way to celebrate than by walking up to the supermarket for a bottle of bubbly to share with my husband. I was about a week or so into my attempt to go alcohol free.
On the first day of October, while out with my family, happy hour cocktails were all too tempting.
On both occasions my enjoyment was short-lived. I headed to bed early, slept poorly, woke up feeling ambushed, and spent the next day feeling flat and fatigued.
So I’m going to keep it up. I’ll have an alcoholic drink occasionally, if the mood takes me. But rarely. I want to give my body the best possible chance of healing itself from Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis and Adrenal Fatigue. I’ll do this by not only keeping alcohol to a minimum, but with a myriad of other healthy lifestyle habits such as nutritious food, movement, purpose, play and people.
Which allows me to live a life filled with energy and enthusiasm.
Just like I encourage my clients to do.
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