Change of Direction

I'm going to start using this blog in a different way. If you want to come aboard for the ride, go for it. If not, that's cool. Every seat has an ass that fits in it.

Recently, I started looking myself in the mirror every morning. I noticed that the whites of my eyes were turning yellow. I knew what it meant, but I didn't want to admit it or face it. I could feel it everywhere. Every morning I was waking up shaking, right up until I got my first few beers down. Yup, I was an alcoholic, and my liver was failing me. I knew it before I went to the doctor.

So I went to a detox, which is, by the way, a hell on earth, and reason enough alone to never drink again. I never, ever, EVER want to go back to one of those places. They're like medieval torture chambers.

Today is my 5'th day out, and I'm going to stay sober today too. I'm thinking of going for a hike. I drink gallons and gallons of water a day, probably half a gallon of milk, and I've pretty much eaten about 8 meals per day since I've been out of detox, and feel so much healthier now. Before, I was going days and days without eating, and just drinking all day... and somehow, I was actually still functional.

But I'm going to make it, and do you know why? I'm actually enjoying this life more now that I'm sober, and I'm never going back. All of my emotional problems disappeared as soon as they detoxed my system. I went in there a crying wreck, and came out smiling and positive, with the past far behind me. Just now, it's almost 5 a.m., and I had a bowl of special K a yogurt, and a water, and I worked out for 45 minutes.

This is my new format. It will be about my recovery, everyday challenges, and things of that nature.