It's been two weeks since I've had any alcohol. Hell yeah bitches. Here are my first two weeks of holy-shit-I'm-really-doing-this-sobriety in photos. Pictured: good food, flirting with the gym again, long walks through my neighborhood, new tattoo, my cute ass dog, a crying ass selfie (because everyone deserves at least one holiday meltdown, right?!), my matte black nails! I have had a lot of ups and a few downs.
I am grateful for all the support I've received and the parts of myself I've seen in this short time. I've tried to be sober in the past (going about a month before relapsing hard), but the last time I really gave it a shot (almost a year ago now)... it came from a place of fear, self doubt and self loathing. Like holy shit I suck so much and I hurt everyone and I'm a dick and my loved one is gonna break up with me if I don't do this. This time, it's like... Hi I'm amazing and fabulous and I deserve to be clear and awake. And I want to be. It's all about intention. I'm feeling really optimistic still. So here's to the next 50 weeks.