I usually save them all up for the weekend when I'll get on a roll and spout rant after rant, fuelled by a few bottles of wine and a zillion stored up issues which have been left to fester for days on end. However, seeing as I'm still firmly on my wagon (which if I'm honest, is getting rather tedious) and nothing is really winding me up at the moment, I feel that's worthy of a mention.
Hell, it's worthy of a medal!
Despite not making any New Year Resolutions (pointless), I did have in the back of my mind a determination to start back at the gym and knock the boozing on the head. Well, I can't quite believe I'm about to write this, but not only am I managing it really easily, I'm also quite enjoying it.
The gym, that is, not the tee-total nonsense.
Yes, I know it's good for me, I know if I carry on as I did throughout the entirety of last year that I will probably die soon, but it's not that much fun.
Having a glass (or bottle) of wine each evening after work was my way of relaxing. Having a bottle (or gallon) of wine at the weekend was my way of enjoying my time off without having to worry about next day's hangover. So, the prospect of yet another weekend without a single sip of merlot is making me feel a bit dejected.
I know I'm not the only one who does this kind of thing in January, and my sister and brother-in-law are both in the same boat, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I don't think they're suffering as much as me, and they have one another to motivate. I have no one to motivate me, and only myself to encourage.
It all sounds rather gloomy, but nevertheless I'm determined to stay strong! I guess the most positive thing is that nothing is really aggravating me, which is incredible in itself. It's the first time in a long time that I've been able to make a statement like that, so maybe I don't even need to drink.
Yeah, right.
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