17 Apr How Michael Mackie gave up alcohol successfully for a year and more?
There’s proof that if something is really important to you, you can find way to reach your goal. Here is Michael Mackie’s blog on how he gave up alcohol for a year and more?
444 club sodas … with lime.
That was the final tally of 2016’s sobriety. I counted each fizzy, non-alcoholic beverage I drank this year like my life depended on it. Perhaps it did. Had I been boozing it up this year, I likely would have consumed as many – or maybe more – alcoholic concoctions. Why? Because I really enjoy – er, rather, enjoyed – drinking.
Lord knows I tried to reign in my boozy tendencies in 2015. I took several months off from drinking to reboot my system and remind myself I didn’t have a problem with alcohol. But turns out I did – at least as far as I was concerned. The wake-up call was when I caught myself drinking at home … alone … daily … and usually straight out of the wine bottle. Wine was most definitely my drink of choice. No overindulging on Long Island Iced Teas, mind you. I still had pride. What I did not have … was a waistline. I managed to pack on 60 pounds in 2015. Well, 59.5 pounds – but I opted to round up. That’s five pound a month, folks. I had ballooned to my heaviest weight ever … or as my physician pointed out, “60 pounds?! Now that takes effort, fat ass. Figure out something — NOW!”
Drinking had an unfortunate ripple effect. I would over-drink … and subsequently overeat. It was rarely the other way around. With a swift, one-two punch (sans rum), I figured I could curb two problems and that’s exactly what I did. Not imbibing was easier than I thought it would be – that is, if it weren’t for those meddling kids.
Nearly every one of my friends could not fathom why – for the love of God and all that’s pure and holy – I would voluntarily choose to give up booze. They were adamant I drink with them. Apparently my fun AND their fun depended on it. I managed to deflect and defer every time, but I got tired of explaining myself on why I’d try such a “stunt” – as one friend called it. I had this same conversation dozens of times … because people kept asking why I didn’t just cut back on the booze.
WHY?! The “why” part was an easy discussion for me. I couldn’t drink in moderation anymore – or even attempt to exercise self-restraint. HOW?! The “how” part remained to be seen because I knew I couldn’t just switch to pop. That would be disaster in a glass. No, I had to have something non-caloric. Cue the club sodas … with lime.
444 of ‘em to be exact.
It took nearly four months before I stopped craving liquor. But I still miss wine to this day. I fantasize about swirling around the perfect buttery Chardonnay that would compliment a perfect meal … preferably something with shrimp.
I still haven’t decided if my Sangria sabbatical will continue in 2017 – more than likely it will. I’d like to say I’m continuing to abstain for my health. (Yes, I’m down 30lbs … but it’s still not where I need to be.) The reality is I’m probably going to stay on the wagon simply to exasperate my friends. Plus, think of the money I’ll save. Booze can be pricey – especially if you want the good stuff. Hell — even the sub-par stuff adds up after awhile.
Willpower is a funny thing. You either have it or you don’t. There’s really no grey area. So – if nothing else – I’m glad I stuck to my guns and my commitment to not drink. If nothing else, I set a lofty goal for myself and achieved it. Gold(schläger) star for me. Now if only I could only give up glazed donuts … I’d likely be able to get back to my birth weight. Maybe we’ll try that in 2018. Baby steps. – M2, Esq
(shared with permission from Michael Mackie)