Such a description.


Wanting every inch….

‘I want every inch of my life’

This is an interesting take on boozing… from a very very moderate drinker.  Read in the Guardian.  It gives me hope.

I’ve avoided alcohol all my life. Meaning, I might have one glass of wine, or half a pint of beer, two or three times a year, in a particular situation. But that’s it. The reason? I’m mean on giving away bits of my life, my energy, my alertness, my “being present”, as this writer puts it, being fully aware. The way she describes here hangovers – to me, that reads like feeling a bit ill. Feeling a bit ill every day. Feeling a bit low, a bit slow, a bit headachy, a bit foggy. Every bloody day. Like feeling you’re about to come down with a cold every day. 

To me, it’s like giving up bits of your life, your consciousness, your aliveness, your alertness. If I didn’t feel I had an interesting life, with things to do, then I suppose it would matter less if I wasted some of it semi-aware, through drink. But I do have an interesting life, in all sorts of ways, so many things in which to take interest and pleasure. Were I to be drunk, or even tipsy, or even hungover, I could absolutely not be fully engaged in the moment, take real pleasure, be absorbed, experience things properly. I need all my faculties, all my senses, all my emotional alertness, to really experience being alive.

Well, that’s me, whether that sounds wanky or not. I want every second. I want every inch of my life, all that I can have, fully known, fully experienced, none of it chucked away.

Not my words

But brilliant…


The Badge You’re Wearing That’s Sabotaging Your Life

The Shocking Truth About Overworking (& Other Compulsive Behaviors)
Kevin Carden -
Kevin Carden –

You’re sitting at your desk, looking at the clock.

You promised your partner you’d be done working three hours ago.

“I just have one more thing, and then I can be done,” you tell yourself.

Your hands fly across the keyboard. You’ve done it! You’re finally finished.

You run downstairs, excited for some quality time with your partner—but the lights are out and they’re asleep.

Another broken promise.

Another night without connecting.

And instead of taking stock of what just happened and creating a real plan to end the cycle of work-sleep-work-sleep-work, you tiptoe back upstairs, sit in front of your computer, and get back to it—because the call is just that strong.

Passionate. That’s what you are, right?

It’s passion that drives you, and there’s all of those valid reasons to keep running hard toward success.

You know what else that’s called?



When your life, health, and relationships start to suffer because you can’t stop working, you’ve entered dangerous territory.

Addictions are not just relegated to drugs, alcohol, and substances. Addictions are compulsive behaviors people struggle to control and easily justify that deteriorate their quality of life over time. If you’ve found yourself wondering if you work too much, drink too much, or do anything else “too much” this article is for you.

Expert Sober Coach, Belle Robertson, is blowing three common myths about addiction wide open that have been keeping people like you stuck for far too long. If you’ve ever done something even though you knew it wasn’t a good idea or even if you didn’t really want to do it, pay attention.

Myth #1: You Have To Hit Rock Bottom Before You Can Recover

According to Belle, there are different types of bottoms people can experience. When you look up addiction, you hear horror stories of people losing their jobs, their homes, their families, and their sanity because of their specific compulsion. Because of this, addiction has taken on a particular mask in pop culture – to the degree that it has become easy to ignore the signs of addiction before your life bottoms out. These are called low bottoms.

Belle had a different type of bottom that you may not have heard about before—it’s called a high bottom.

Seven years ago, Belle was successful, self-employed, worked really hard, and only drank 2-3 drinks a night. By no stretch of the imagination would anyone have said that she had a drinking problem. There were no emotional outbursts. She was dependable. And even her relationships were solid. So she was sure that even though she wondered if she was drinking too much, she didn’t have addiction issue.

There was just one problem.

Belle found it very difficult to quit, and it was only in the not drinking that she realized how much she relied on it.

Good day — alcohol.

Bad day — alcohol.

Funeral — alcohol.

Wedding — alcohol.

Baby shower — alcohol.

“I need to do this thing and I can do it better if I’ve had a drink or two.”

It was in finding it difficult to quit that Belle did the one thing most people struggle with that keep these cycles worsening over time (which turn into the stereotype low bottom) — she asked for help.

Myth #2: You Have To Join AA, NA, or Another In-Person Anonymous Group To Heal

You’ve undoubtedly seen the musician stereotype portrayed in Hollywood. The talented person who went a little too hard when they were young, they got sober, then they start drinking out of a paper bag again (relapse!), they got into a car accident, and they inevitably ended up in AA.

Most people think AA is the only place to go for support with addictive behaviors. But ever since the tech boom with innovation at the forefront, other options have surfaced for people who want to shift their behavior.

When Belle was searching for help seven years ago, she stumbled upon some blogs for people looking to keep their anonymity and also get support and accountability to stop drinking, stop using, stop overworking, etc., without having to step foot in AA. Because, as Belle describes it, “No one goes to AA unless they have to.” This was a way for her to share everything she was thinking, feeling, and going through, without fear because it was 100% anonymous.

Now, as a Sober Coach, Belle has a list of over 60 tools to help people overcome their addictions, and AA is only one of them. She supports others in finding the unique blend of those tools that work for them.

Myth #3: You Have To Stop Whatever Your Addictive Behavior Is Right Now, As If It’s Forever

Try to stop eating ice cream for a couple days. That might not be so bad. But if you were told you can never have ice cream again…that might make you want to cut somebody and hold up a 7-Eleven to get the latest release of banana split dippin dots.

Scarcity can initiate desire. So if you’re struggling with saying no to something in the first place, it may not be the best plan to say you’re going to cut it out forever starting — NOW!

That would be hard on anyone, let alone someone experiencing an addiction.

As Belle describes, you can start with something smaller, like a 100-day sober challenge. It’s becoming more and more socially acceptable for people to “be on a cleanse” or to outright choose not to drink. Starting with a 100-day sober challenge allows you to see how you feel, how your body reacts, and what life is like without whatever your addictive behavior was. If things are getting better, it’s easier to choose to keep going, especially when you have accountability and support behind you.

So if you’ve been struggling with behaviors like overworking, drinking too much, or finding yourself sucked into something repeatedly—even if it’s hurting other areas of your life—click here to join Belle’s email list or click here to listen to Belle’s short one-minute audio messages, so you can add some tools and insights on how to create a life grounded in choice over compulsion.

Four hundred and eight.


A little goes a long way.

I am now 408 days into this journey of being a sober person in a boozy world.  The sober amongst us are the rebels now.  The people swimming against the tide.  I like this.

I was contemplating the power of not drinking, and finding it quite astonishing that for a relatively small seeming decision (not sipping alcohol) there is a massive seismic effect in the mind.


I was not (as you all know) a daily drinker, not a drinker alone in my house – or even just with my kids there… I just didn’t!  BUT when I did drink, I wanted more than one glass.  I could not be content with sipping one glass – large or small – all evening.  The warm glisten of the drink slipped into my veins, the people around me became more alive, I became funnier, younger, prettier and life glowed up several degrees.  That was the fun part.  And the feeling does not last.  Even after a relatively small amount of booze I would wake up feeling anxious, regretful, introspective and cut off.  After a big amount, I would feel positively dreadful.  Not so much physically as mentally.  Some days I would feel like I was stuck in the bottom of a deep dark crevasse.  But this was not all that often.

SO.  Given that I was not like this all of the time, and that I didn’t (don’t) consider myself to have reached rock bottom, or even having had a very low bottom, I wonder why I am experiencing these dramatic upward effects from not drinking??

I guess it is like the yeast effect.  A little regular alcohol spoils the next days.  A little yeast makes the whole dough rise.  A little sobriety goes a very long way.


387. or so.


Long time no post from me!  I have had precious family staying and it has been full on busy bee-ing around.  Today I am just me and the boy at home.  He is making homemade pasta and tomato sauce.  What a lovely boy.  I am very lucky.

As for me…. I am reflecting on the non drinking as always.  It cannot get old.  I cannot say, okay, its been over a year now,  I have got this!!!

This is how I am going to proceed.

I have a sober car that needs fuel to keep on going.  I need things to fill up the tank.  These are the things that fill up my tank:

  • Reading emails
  • Writing emails
  • Doing the blog
  • Having a specifically sober treat
  • Listening to podcasts

It is imperative that I do not let these things slip.  I have had a few feelings of being short-changed.  Of feeling that I am missing out of the fun.  These feelings do not last, but they are real and make me feel grrrrr.  I heard from Belle, that these indicate a vulnerability and I need to fill up my tank a little more.  I know that IF I keep the tank full as possible, then I will not slip.  If I start to be lax and forgetful, then the idea of one or two sips of wine becomes ”not a big deal” and from there I will be at half a glass and bingo wingo…. I will be back drinking.

This summer has been so much less complicated than it would have been as a boozy one.  I realise just how much time I spent thinking:-

  • Was I getting my fair share of the good booze?
  • Was there going to be enough?
  • Was I going to be able to go out and limit myself?
  • Would I just say no to things because I may be hungover?

My energy levels and emotional energy would have been severely limited by even a little poison in my body by night.  Even two or three glasses slowed me down the next day.  As it is I have had plenty of energy and have had a stress free time now worrying about the next day, the fullest or emptiest wine glass, the missing out if I only had one or two … I has been (drink wise) such a relaxing time.

I may take this blog in a slightly different direction.  Perhaps not so ”getting rid of booze” centred and more on what is filling up the space created by being ENERGETIC AND CREATIVE AND SO DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF.

I do ask for you to say hi if you want to … please do.  I am definitely going to get a few guests in for their say… I have one in mind…. So that you can hear the voices of others on the same journey.  If you have failed and if you think that you could never do this, then please write to me.  I will always answer….


366. A goodbye


Dear Alcohol,

Well this is it.  I wanted to say a proper goodbye.  I’ve not seen you for a year now, and to be honest, I have not missed you.  We’ve been together for years.  Right back in those early days, when I was sixteen, you were there.  Alongside me helping me numb my sorrows about the folks’ divorce.  You helped me, at the time, it seemed so anyway.  You were my little shot of funny.  My tot of confidence and don’t give a shit-ness that I needed to navigate my late teens.

I got so used to you.  We used to see each other almost daily, from when I was eighteen onwards.  You went with me to nightclubs, my right-hand man. You gave me courage and confidence in the evenings, but the mornings were when you dulled my life, and tainted my waking up.

We carried on, all the way through meeting my Chris, you were there.  You were a big part of our relationship and you were with us most of the time we were together.  You were the main event at our family gatherings.  The one that everyone wanted there if a good time was to be had.  You were the centre of attention.  The main ingredient for sport, fun, relationships… anything.  Just add you and the magic started.

You were at our wedding, revving me up and giving the hilarity an edge.  I still have traces of you on my wedding dress. You are there for good.  The next day though, I was absolutely floored by the after effects of your presence.  You left your mark, lethargy, nausea, misery.  That was your calling card.  Time and time again you took more than you gave.

I tried to manage our contact, yours and mine.  I tried to ignore you for days at a time, weeks and months even.  I loved being away from you… but you always came back, whispering, promising the world.  Trying to make me believe I could not be without you.

I loved you, I really did.  You made me feel funny and young and beautiful.  Carefree and invincible.  You took the edge off my distress, you heightened my senses, made me relaxed and chilled out. But you also robbed my potential. You took the best of me and left me with the emptiness.  You stole happiness from ‘’tomorrow’’ countless times over the years.  And though you made out that you were helping me to be funny, sexy, outgoing and so on, you were a liar.  The connections made while you were around could be totally fake.  There were friends I could only be with in your presence, and without you we had nothing to say.  You lied to us all.  We are not braver with you.  We are not funnier with you.  Perhaps you break the ice… but usually you end up breaking the links that forge us. Locking us in our own world.

I thought I would miss you over the year.  I was scared to be without you.  But I love your absence.  Your departure has opened up many things for me.  The future seems full of potential.  I choose to go to bed the way I want to.  I choose to wake up feeling amazing.  With you there was a gloss of shame, a loss of integrity, a nagging feeling of wasting time.  I won’t say there have not been times when I want you back.  I want you taking that edge off my irritation.  I want you so I can feel like I fit in with the crowd, but those moments are nothing compared to the way I can look myself in the eye every day and feel proud of me.

You never caused me any major trouble, but just a steady chip chip chip away at what was the best in me.  Goodbye for now.  Maybe forever, who knows?  But definitely for now.  You have your uses, but they are shallow and short lived.  You have nothing to give me that I cannot get without you.  Goodbye.

MINUS 3 days


It will be a year in three days.  I will be – before that – writing a suggested ”breaking up with alcohol letter”.  I have read several and they are really interesting.  Something in me still says, not forever.  This is fine.  I can trust myself that maybe sometime in the future I will drink, but just not right now.

Right now it suits me, suits my marriage, suits my children, suits my future career, suits EVERYTHING that I don’t drink.

I may be repeating stuff – and those of you patient enough to have read through this year with me, may have heard it all before but…. those of you who are new….

I was a high bottom drinker.  My life was outwardly not very affected by drinking.  Yes, the loss of potential perhaps, but it was not terribly evident.  I had had no major major trauma from drinking.  I was not drinking every day and not getting totally pissed every time I drank.  But practically every time, I would wake up feeling somewhere, on a continuum, between mildly shit to deeply deeply miserable and almost unable to face the day.  Wishing that bedtime would come soon and that I could just run and hide from the world.  This intensified during the last year (of drinking) and it took me at least 6 months to take up a 100 day challenge.

I did this with abject terror.  I was so afraid of failing (again).  But I jumped in – ran and jumped and bought this website, signed up for big bucks, to a sober coach and paid all this before I could change my mind.  The first week was crappy, and slowly it got better and better.  There have been very very few days when I really want to drink.  The rest of the time I am in a little ball of bliss.

I look myself in the eye, I hold my head up high, I am proud of every decision I make, and face all my fucking shitty points with as much honesty as I can.  I cannot conceive of anything that would make me want to get back into Alcotraz.  I have escaped a life sentence.

If you are new, if you are struggling, write to me.  If you are on the road, and if you have relapsed, write to me.  If you cannot face the first day, write to me.

All the best xxx