Week Three is the point by which I expected to be tearing
out my hair and climbing the walls but the truth is I still don’t really feel
any difference to my mood, sleep or state of mind. The only difference I have noticed so far is that
I may have lost a little off my belly.
As usual the harder days are Thirsty Thursday and the
weekends, this Thursday we visited a pub to kill time when we were early for an
appointment and they had one of my favourite beers on draft. I had to stand
there and watch another customer order a pint of Doom Bar while I drank my diet
cola. It was torture but I came out of
it stronger willed.
It has now been 23 days
without a beer and there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just one more
weekend to get through. I am already trying to decide what my first beer of 2017 will be.
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