Fell Off the Wagon

I fell off the wagon twice in the last week. Not too bad. My husband doesn't know.

We had some leftover liquor in a cabinet. And one day last week, after everyone had gone to bed, I made myself two drinks.

Doesn't sound like I went overboard, does it? Except that when I make a drink, it's at least a double. So that was four.

I enjoyed them. But I didn't enjoy the sense of guilt I felt, and the sneaking around I had to do to get them. And a couple days ago, I had one double in the afternoon.

The good news is that last night I was really wanting that drink. And somehow, I managed to say no to myself. I really don't want to go back there. But I sure miss drinking.

I haven't scheduled an appointment with an alcohol counselor. I really need to do that. Soon.