Alcohol: Time To Farewell A Dear, Old Friend?

I’m feeling old today; certainly older than I should feel at fifty, although my kids may argue with that. shoes-402257_1280

 

I look at the recent family photos we took at Easter and although I understand that we women of a certain age never like how we appear under the scrutiny of the lens, the cost of two days of celebratory over-drinking (and I don’t mean ‘water’) has had a very obvious toll on my face.

 

On days like this, I’d love to be able to turn back time and control the seismic shift in mood that hormones and alcohol in partnership together have on my body now that I’ve reached (what should be) the maturity of my fifties. I wake up and still feel like a Spring chicken after days of sobriety, whereas days after I’ve burned the candle at both ends, I’m tired, crabby and full of self-remorse.

 

I can’t keep ignoring the fact that alcohol and me just don’t get along anymore; we’ve outgrown each other, and are ready to move on now to our own respective pastures new. Our relationship has become toxic – these days drinking makes me feel more miserable than good about myself.

 

But how to let it go? I’m naturally an introvert, you see, so I’ve relied on this liquid crutch since I was sixteen when I supped my first illegal Vodka and Orange down at the local pub. Worse, I still like the way drinking makes me feel – up to around the third glass – when from thereon in it’s always the same down-hill debacle.

 

Alcohol is such an easy friend to be around. It’s unassuming, doesn’t judge me, makes me appear far more fun than I really know how to be, puts a fake shine on my normally reserved personality like the one on black patent shoes, and when you can function relatively normally on it, (which I have done up until now), where’s the problem?

 

I’ve been drawn to posts from other bloggers and writers recently who have given up the booze, and swear they’ve never felt better, even though the decision has required more changes than they anticipated. It’s not simply a question of avoiding the bottle shop; a need to to redefine who you are in sobriety and society appears to be a common theme.

 

Which is daunting, because all my best relationships thrive around drinking.

 

But the negative impact of this friend of mine, to my self-esteem and creativity, is no longer worth the minimal gain. The depressant effect it has on a mind already vulnerable to erring towards negativity, not to mention the guilt associated with being a role model to a young adult who is already fighting his own drinking demons and the risks of elevating my chance of all manner of horrible cancers, means it’s time.

 

I’ve used the excuse that I don’t need to drink every day, for so long, it bores me. While at the same time, I’ve come to detest those predictable weekend mornings ‘after’, when the hangover invades my body, egged on by my self-hate for not having the discipline to stop, forcing me to waste another Sunday that I’ve looked forward to all week.

 

You see, the real problem I have with my relationship with alcohol is my body’s poor recovery from its effects, since I’ve aged. It’s how quickly the deterioration from fun-time, party animal to hung-over hobo in yoga pants happens. Self-disgust is not pretty, and I now resent the reliance I have on something so puerile to make me feel good about myself, when there is so much else that should work.

 

But then there is the fear that if I remove this loyal, close friend who has stood by me for most of my adult life, will I become an uninteresting shadow of the person I was?

 

To be continued…

6 thoughts on “Alcohol: Time To Farewell A Dear, Old Friend?

  1. it sounds like you know all of the reasons to part ways with this old friend/enemy of yours, you just have to believe it enough to do it. you will still be you, and people will like you for you, again you have to believe it. worth doing, and if for no other reason but to model that life can be done without it for your child’s sake. hugs –

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  2. I hear you,I cut right back to lose weight which has worked.I have lost a bit.Some days I still have a wine with soda water but not often.I am 56 and I can’t take the after effects any more or the embarrassing red face.I hope you are happy with what ever you decide to do.

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  3. I think there is a time when everyone realises they need to get rid of something in their life. To be quite honest, I drink every day but I never have a hangover. I think it’s because I rarely drink more than my body can cope with because I don’t have that thought that ‘this is my chance so go for it’. Even on Christmas day when I start on the champers at 10 o’clock I still end up drinking the same amount over the entire day as I would on an average night. I’m talking less than a bottle of wine here. I know I drink too much but it’s never increased over the years so I hope my body is coping. We all justify excess indulgences I suppose. Good luck if you do it but it doesn’t really mean doomsday it you don’t x

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  4. I’ve been thinking about the same thing. I don’t handle alcohol nearly as well as I used to, but I find myself still wanting a glass of wine whenever I go to dinner or a party. Somehow a glass of water or a Diet Coke just doesn’t cut it, but two glasses of wine means I almost always wake up with a headache, and then I’m just thinking, “and why did I drink that?”

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