resolutionfree

I have completed the challenge. Although my dedication to the blog hath faltered, my dedication to staying booze free was unwavering. My girlfriend now is going to give me a special Brazilian treat, my friends are still relentlessly mocking me for not drinking and will soon plug this gap with whatever takes their fancy. Phil Mitchell’s agent never got back to me and I still dislike
Orlando Bloom… The world is largely as it was;
London’s a little worse, my health is probably better. I suppose now my liver won’t be used to the alcohol, so it’ll probably shrivel up and die after my third pint.  So net, I’m no healthier.

It really wasn’t much fun, in fact, some of the fun was syringed out of me by it. The journey itself felt more like a sleepwalk than a quest. It showed me that I don’t need alcohol and if it ever became a problem I could stop drinking. However easy it may seem, I’ve seen everyone else who’s tried this challenge with me, break and give up, the stakes apparently too low.

I’ve proved something; I could complete an empty challenge without real consequence. So well done me. 30 days without booze, do I feel different? No. Just a little deprived.