On the Weekly Wagon

I've given up boozing in the week and I'm rather proud of myself.  I know that for many of you this is a lifestyle change that you will have made a long, long time before the age of 37 but for me it is a new found trick so bear with me.

Let's clarify 'week' here too.  Obviously I'm a massive boozer so five days off just wouldn't work for me.  I do not see how you can't count either Friday or Sunday as not being the weekend as it really wouldn't be fair to either of them.  So, by 'week', I actually mean four days,  I don't want to sell myself short however so I must also elucidate by saying that it is four days and FOUR NIGHTS.  On the trot.  Over 100 consecutive hours each week, (well two so far), of no drinking.  Hooray for me.

I feel pretty great.  I know it's not rocket science but my brain seems more engaged at work, my body feels healthier and I am sleeping fantastically well.  I've spent years telling people that I always have to get up in the middle of the night for a wee since I had the kids.  Over the last fortnight I have discovered that it is actually wine in my bladder that has got me up at night rather than ancient childbirth sagging.  Incredible.

I have been sitting at home all this time though, I haven't, as yet, been out anywhere during the week.  I'm not completely convinced that this non-alcoholic zeal will last through a night at the theatre next week, or in fact any time that I actually talk to people other than my husband, but that's OK.  I think I've probably already added about another ten years onto my life over the last couple of weeks, and so we are heading, finally, in the correct direction.

In other news, Stuart had to go on a speed awareness course this week and I was interested to see how his attitude changed on his return.  I have spoken to a lot of people who have done these courses and have come back completely converted to the belief in speed limits.  Surely not my husband?  I don't have a problem with speed limits but he tends to be a bit of a boy racer.  Probably because when all of his peers were boy racing back in the day, he was on the bus.  Anyway, although it may have slowed him down slightly I'm pleased to say he is not evangelising about the danger of our roads to anyone who will listen.  One newly converted smug bastard in our house is more than enough at the moment.