In what seems like a long time ago, I decided to give up drinking for Lent. My last drink was on Saturday, March 5 (otherwise known as St Louis Mardi Gras) and my next drink was Saturday, April 23. By my count, that’s a full 49 days of stone-cold sobriety.
I thought it would be really difficult to do. It was surprisingly easy. Luckily, for the majority of this time, I was so busy I didn’t have the time or energy to go out. Sure, there were some nights that would have been a lot more fun with a drink or two, but I was already committed.
I often felt guilty when not drinking or eating at an establishment. I almost always tried to order food (which wasn’t super healthy either) but sometimes it was not an option. Usually, I was with others who were drinking my share and then some, and I don’t take up too much space, so I guess I was just being Midwestern.
The best thing about sobriety was not having to worry about being hungover the next morning. And not worrying how I was going to get home at night (almost wanted a cop to pull me over!).
The worst thing about sobriety was getting hassled by friends. Some didn’t understand. Some kept trying to find ways for me to “cheat.” One (non-Catholic) in particular tried to tell me that drinking was healthy and there for not an appropriate thing to give up. Totally missing the point.
Now on the other side of sobriety a few weeks, I know that I am not an alcoholic (yay!), but I do have a poor ability to keep it in moderation sometimes. I won’t stop drinking, but it is something I look to work on.