confessions of a heavy drinker
The last two months have provided me a rare opportunity to see myself up close. Being out of my normal environment for an extended period of time revealed the foundation of daily life in its simplest form. I learned a lot about me, and I was surprised to discover that I am quite the drinker. Before you get concerned and start emailing me info for a local AA meeting, I am not that kind of drinker. Sure I enjoy an occasional glass of wine, but I’m referring my daily drinking habits and the constant topping off of water bottles, coffee mugs and tea cups.
The heavy drinking started a while back; I just hadn’t realized how intense it had become. But countless and frequent visits to the bathroom were rather telling. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me until I noticed that I was surrounded by a plethora of glasses and mugs. Apparently I can’t survive without two beverages within reach – one hot and one cold – at all times. The “cold” drink is always water and in truth it is rarely cold. I prefer my water at room temperature – it’s easier to guzzle. The hot drink alternates between tea, coffee and hot cocoa, depending on the time of day. Sometimes I shake things up by adding a muscle-recovery concoction to the mix (whoa, trying not to get all crazy on myself!). And as I mentioned before, I love having a bit of wine now and again. Drinker that I am, at least I’m a mostly healthy drinker.
As proof that this is actually an old habit, here are a few examples: