Well, I managed not to drink last night, so one down, 360 plus infinity to go. I actually told myself I would drink on Friday night, and frankly, that may still happen, even though I woke up this morning glad I hadn't given in. My diet took a bit of hit last night, but I didn't do near the damage I'm capable of. I was also pretty good about my budget.
Pleasure, Little Treasure
Pleasure, Little Treasure
My crisis yesterday came from the whisperings of the demon-incubus of Pleasure. Depression, in general (and my withdrawal-induced depression, in specific) makes me lose interest in things that I might normally enjoy. I began to feel as if I'd "never be cheerful again," and so then I started to panic, desperate for anything pleasurable to fill my evening after work.
Since I couldn't muster any enthusiasm for any of the myriad of activities I'm lucky enough to have the time and resources to enjoy, my thoughts automatically turned once again to the drinking-smoking-video games triad as my only available source of pleasure. However, as I said the other day, I need to retrain my thinking to stop chasing pleasure and fill my time with practical activities that will elevate my life into a more-fulfilling mode of existence.
Since I couldn't muster any enthusiasm for any of the myriad of activities I'm lucky enough to have the time and resources to enjoy, my thoughts automatically turned once again to the drinking-smoking-video games triad as my only available source of pleasure. However, as I said the other day, I need to retrain my thinking to stop chasing pleasure and fill my time with practical activities that will elevate my life into a more-fulfilling mode of existence.
