8295/21214
We have a few days at home before going on all-inclusive holiday and perhaps vainly, I am attempting to get back into a healthy lifestyle. We ate a lot of junk food in Edinburgh and I suspect we might be indulging next week too, but for now I am enjoying treating myself with some respect. At least in terms of what I am consuming.
I played tennis for the first time in over a fortnight and even at 8am the sun was blazing hot and both my and my opponent's fitness had clearly suffered from the break (I won 6-2, 5-1 though, because I am still a god).
I am pretty keen to get back to a good level of fitness after enduring that long-lasting virus or whatever it was that began in April and hasn't yet entirely left me (I am left with a cough and irritated throat, but am going to get myself checked out tomorrow). But an all-inclusive holiday is going to test that. If I've already paid for it, then I do feel I should take as full advantage of that deal as possible and hope to eat enough ice cream to cover the cost of the break.
This also brings me into a slight extra temptation, as booze is included in the all-inclusive (it's arguably the main thing) so after four years and eight months (nearly), am I finally going to break?
I am surprised that I am even thinking about it, as I've been very happily sober. But I never really intended to give up completely and I am mildly curious about how it would play out now. I am not (as far as I am aware) an alcoholic and my main reason for stopping was because I was waking up in the night confused and upset (and this pretty much stopped once I stopped drinking), even after just a large whisky.
If I open that door again, will I want to drink all the booze in the world and will the 2am madness return?
It's weird to think that my kids probably have no memory of me drinking booze at all - certainly for Ernie- and I wasn't drinking huge amounts even five years ago. I had also given up for 13 months from January 1st 2019 to February 1st 2020, so have only drunk booze for eleven of the last 68 months and I am not sure when the last time booze touched my lips during January. At least 7 dry Januarys in a row.
We're heading somewhere that is likely to be much too hot and I am not sure a fuzzy head will be what I need. Maybe I will just drink a shit load of coffee. Or maybe I'll be mature enough to think I can go to a place that is all you can eat and drink, without eating and drinking EVERYTHING!
I guess you'll find out next week, based on the tone of the blog. I am very much looking forward to having a holiday though. Don't want to ruin that by getting drunk and having the time of my life.
Will I take ten days off writing the blog? What do you think?
I did a bit of work today and managed to sit in my chair long enough to write about 1000 words of Right Bollock's autobiography. I had no plan, but I let him control my brain and it was remarkable how quickly and fully formed the stuff came out. What if I actually turned my mind to something proper? Hopefully post-holiday I can have a final crack at a script or a book or a play or a film and see if I can finally make it. Also lose three stone and have my penis grow three inches (or is it greedy to want a 21 inch penis?)
