Instead of asking Am I Drinking Too Much, I’m going to teach you the right questions to ask.
(And one of them is, “What if drinking less or none makes me feel better than I’ve ever imagined?”)
I was exactly where you are now! I twisted my brain into knots with rationalizations that my drinking wasn’t any worse than anyone else’s in the wine industry or maybe that I didn’t even drink as much as others did!
I had absorbed deep cultural messaging around the idea of all things in moderation and that breaking up with alcohol for good seemed extreme. I mean, shouldn’t savvy, well-traveled food and wine enthusiasts (and insiders) be able to moderate? Plus, as long as consumed in moderation, wine’s as healthy as dark chocolate, right?
Except that I didn’t feel well. I was waking up at 3 a.m. (you too?), beating up on myself. I had brain fog and worried about cognitive function. I had acid reflux.
But every afternoon, like a special form of amnesia, I’d forget my middle-of-the-night promise to take the next night off.
My attempts to put boundaries around drinking just weren’t working. (well of course they weren’t working - I didn’t have ANY tools or the necessary knowledge!)
Until one day when my intuition screamed even louder than it had been screaming.
“It doesn’t matter how much other people are drinking compared to you,” it said, “or what a doctor would say. There is only one question to ask. How do you feel? And would you feel a little better with less or none?”
At that same moment, I also heard another message.
“Your drinking doesn’t look like a problem to others (we’re gray-area drinkers after all). So no one is coming. It’s got to be YOU!!”
BUT, I both wanted and didn’t want to do it!! Wine felt like…adulthood, romance, beauty, connection, philosophy, poetry, history, love. It felt like the answer when stressed, bored, excited, sad, blissed.
SO, I decided that I would take a month off just to see what it would reveal!
BUT, here’s the catch, I knew that if I did it via gritting my teeth and hanging on by my fingernails, counting down the days, that it would only reinforce my belief that life without alcohol is lame.
I HAD to approach the month like a Luscious Sabbatical! Thirty days of nourishment, movement, fun, adventure, delight and play!
I was determined that at the end of 30 days, no matter if I decided to go back to drinking, I would at least look on the experience fondly!
That’s what Luscious 30 is about!