Bitable chunk...

I can't believe I haven't touched this blog for 9 days. It's been a long week.

I couldn't bring myself to posting; I wasn't doing well on the drinking side. Or on the not drinking side, should I say.

I went to see my psychiatrist on Monday. It was good. He recommended Campral.

Last week, I ended up having more 'bad' days. I had 4 drinking days in total, consuming 17.5 units worth alcohol. ... I would have thought it should be smaller than that. I didn't feel drinking anything! Considering the national recommendation is 14 units for women, 17.5 is already 'bad', though...

This week, so far I've had 2 drinking days. Especially yesterday was bad. I had 500ml of wine. Monday wasn't good either, considering I went to an off-licence on the way back from the psychiatrist's. It always happened when I went to see my clinical psychologist. On the way back home, I couldn't resist getting a bottle. Just as if I was free from guilt after meeting him. Just as if he had given me a permission by not dragging me up onto the wagon.

But I know I shouldn't punish myself for not being perfect. I should appreciate the improvement I'm making. 4 days of drinking are better than my usual 7 days. 17.5 units are better than my usual 60 units.

Cut the problem into a bitable size. That's what I have to do.

Hope I will be happy tomorrow.
Catties