I drink every night.
Sometimes a tiny bit. So one whiskey.
Sometimes a bit more. To finish off the day. Whatever that means.
And maybe once or twice a week I drink to tiddlyness.
I know why.
The weeknight drinks are anaesthetic.
The weekend mini-binges are reward.
I wake up each day with a head full of ideas and ambition. I race through the day implementing and activating all sorts and I never stop.
I love it that way.
Then, at the end of the day at about 7.30pm I have some alcohol because it slows me down, makes me tingle a bit and makes me smile. And relax.
I am concerned that this behaviour is shaving time off the end of my life though.
Maybe a year. Maybe two. Maybe more.
I’d rather have these years than not have them.
But clearly not enough to stop drinking in this way.
What to do?
At this precise moment the only strategy I have is ‘replacement’.
To try to replace drinking alcohol with something else between the hours of 7.30pm and 11pm each weeknight.
And what else could I reward myself with at the weekend? I can’t remember the last time I didn’t drink on a Friday and a Saturday night.
I have no idea at the moment. I quite like drinking you see.
Have you had this conundrum? What did you do?
The voice in the back of my head says, ‘Do more work.’ And this is part of the solution actually. I have a lot to do. But not every night.