In At The Deep End

This is my bad time of day [13:00]. When my thoughts are focusing more firmly on the bottle of wine in the fridge. Usually by now, I have allowed my feeble defences to crumble and have found myself, glass of wine in hand, sighing and muttering, "tomorrow I will do better..."

But this morning, standing in the bathroom feeling a little worse for wear [a sure sign I have gone over the one bottle of wine consumption limit. Sure enough when I looked in the fridge, most of the bottle of white had gone and I had also had 3 glasses of red] I came up with a plan. When the alcohol addiction starts to nag and whine and demand feeding I will blog instead. Really, I have no idea if this is going to work for me, but I have to try, because I am just not doing it on my own. So, this blog is going to be my therapy. My Alcoholics Annonymous. My rehab clinic.