Dry July – with the occasional wet patch

alcohol freeRecently I wrote about our decision to give up alcohol for the duration of July – with a couple of deviations. We’re three weeks in now and amazingly, are doing well.  The first week was difficult – I kept wanting a drink and I have to fess up to occasionally having a small glass of wine.  I put it into a tumbler so that it didn’t really count as drinking.  Then there were those instances when I just wanted a swig.  It was just too tempting to see the bottle in the fridge beckoning me.

The first occasion we imbibed was for a dinner to celebrate July 14.  You just can’t do French food without wine.  Our dinner started early – in fact it was just after mid-day:  Pol Roger champagne and oysters.  From there a Negroni followed by a bottle of Chablis to accompany the Pheasant & pickled walnut terrine and my home pickled vegetables.

Then a bottle of Pinot with the bouillabaisse and somehow in front of me was a glass of Pernod.  I’m one of these people who drink whatever’s put in front of them.  So I drank my Pernod and I’m sure it was topped up.  I think there was a bottle of red as well. I don’t really remember the end of the evening.  But next morning, did I have a headache!  It was a a doozy.  It went on all day, despite taking paracetamol and codeine.  Not good.

Then it was back to not drinking until the weekend.  And again it was one of those evenings where the booze just flowed: Chablis followed by a Pinot and then a fabulous bottle of Penfold’s No 8 and then whisky. I’ve learnt to like whisky (Oban being my favourite) and find that I can put it away at the end of the night. But its not a good thing to do.  Next morning didn’t happen – it was way after lunch by the time we got up from bed.  A long walk was in order and 12k and two hours later I found myself looking forward to getting back to our dry July.

Week three and I’m quite content to be drinking tea, soda water and more tea.  And I’m wondering how long can I do this for.  I suspect that it could be possible to get into a routine whereby I only consumed alcohol on the weekends.  Then again, it could be just when it was a social occasion.  How things can change.