Stone Cold Sober!

What a week!!

Dorset comes to a complete stand still from the Arctic weather (or I should say, the Siberian weather)…including myself.

I couldn’t get into work for a night shift and Slimming World was cancelled.

Weighed myself on my own scales and they showed 2lb loss, not sure how accurate my home scales are, but happy to go along with that result for the time being :).

Birthdays are for celebrating, and this week I discovered it’s not just my own birthday I have to get through!

It was my daughters 19th birthday this weekend.
Usually I happily organise a family gathering, make an iconic cake, and ensure there is plenty of booze, because after all, you can’t have a celebration without booze…right?!

I decide to book up somewhere special so I don’t have to think about organising any booze or food.

My son is working the weekend so he can’t make it (deep down I’m glad because I don’t have to worry about him drinking). For those following the previous post, my sons face is back to normal and he is back at work. He has not had a drink since he was beaten up. Fingers crossed it continues. Only time, love and support will tell.

Now, bearing in mind my daughter loves cheese, I reserve us all a table at a cheese and wine bar for Saturday night!!! Afterwards I realise this was probably not one of my better plans as images of cheese and glasses of wine start to play in my head.

It will be OK, I am driving I tell myself, and I text ahead to ensure they offer non alcoholic alternatives.

When we arrive the place is buzzing. The surrounding blackboards are written with every cheese imaginable and a variety of meats.
The walls are displaying bottles of wine from floor to ceiling.

After much deliberation deciding what to have, its not long before a magnificent spread of cheeses, meats and nibbly bits arrive to our table on one long wooden board.

I have my large wine glass already filled with elderflower and ice.
At this point my head is asking, did I love cheese because of the wine or did I love wine because of the cheese?

This is the first time I have allowed myself some cheese since my diet started on 2nd January.
Without the wine it didn’t seem to have the same appeal.
I looked around the room watching others sipping their wines out of large sexy glasses, while savouring their cheeses, and I suddenly felt sad.
Sad that I knew I was unable to do the moderation thing. Sad that I had spoilt it for myself from years of excessive drinking.
Although I was quiet, my thoughts remained my own, a stiff upper lip and a brave smile was worn :).

The night moved on from the wine bar to a disco bar.
Seating was extremely limited and so I eagerly seized a spare bar stool when one became available.
This was perhaps not such a great idea, as I began to realise it was the section of the long bar they use to make the cocktails.
I found myself mesmerising over cocktails being made, one after the other as I sipped on my beetroot juice!

Dancing had not yet progressed on the dance floor and Mr S was insisting I dance with him.
At this point he got the Paddington Bear stare, and through smiling gritted teeth I said, “I am stone cold sober, and if you think I am getting up on an empty dance floor, you are very much mistaken, now please leave me alone”! Deciding it was better not to mess with his wife at this moment in time, he took my advice and began badgering another family member :).

Back in the day, it would have been me bullying everyone up onto the dance floor. What a pain in the arse I must have been, especially to those that were sober ish just wanting to sit quietly, being hounded by a drunk woman who thinks everyone should be up dancing.

Finally the dance floor does begin to fill up and feeling less conspicuous I boogie the night away.
Dancing sober is a new experience, it’s not as bad as I imagined. Once your limbs loosen up a bit, I realise I have control over them and my balance! I am not falling over anything or anyone…

I have to confess, at 11.30pm I’m ready to go home. This is when you find out those in your party that are drinking are ready to party all night long.
Again, back in the day, this would have been me.

I get my fellow party go-ers to agree a time to leave and at 12.30am we make are way to the car (It’s a good hours drive home from Bournemouth).

Secretly I’m relieved it’s over.
My daughter had a great time and I got through my first birthday celebration….completely stone cold sober! Feeling good I got through it and no hangover in the morning :).

Total weight loss so far 19lb.
16 days left to go to lose 9lb (OMG)

62 days alcohol free.


3 Replies to “Stone Cold Sober!”

  1. Totally agree, I hope you are very proud of yourself. Glad to hear your son is feeling/looking better. Keep going SMSM and enjoy your many happy AF years together with your lovely supportive family. Wow, another fantastic and funny blog. Love it!!!! All the very best to you all xx

  2. You have no idea how proud I am of you and what lovely times we are going to have together in the future alcohol free or for me freeish

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