Cocktail-free February™: Day 12

One of the things that's supposed to be beneficial about C-fF is the healing of my liver...assuming it's not too far gone at this point. I can't remember if it was Friday or Saturday night, but I felt a pinching sensation in that general area at night, and was rather miffed. Unless said pinching sound was the organ at work repairing itself, I call shenanigans. I have been foregoing my usual 1,000 milligram dose of Milk Thistle at night because, well, I'm not drinking, so why keep popping a liver-improving supplement?

Today I had, I believe, three episodes of cocktail cravings. The first was in the morning when I was planning out my day. I was going to Japantown to pick up some ointments, then would circle back to Macy's to buy bow ties, cuff links, and socks. I pictured in my head a lovely trot downtown with a to-go cup, and the picture flashed in front of me vividly and angrily before I had to remind myself that I'd committed to this.

I had another one or two on the way back from Japantown as I was trying to gauge how different it was taking a power walk sober rather than on the sauce. I mean, I pass a liquor store and the thought creeps in.

I was going to try to hit up the gym today, but after my extended walk and shopping trip, I settled into my bed, flipped on the TV, and took one of my extended weekend naps that lasted I don't know how many hours.

This is the halfway point weekend-wise of Cf-F, and the sparkle has started to fade in that my hope of occupying myself with the new Resident Evil game was dashed because my computer isn't really compatible with the game; and I don't entirely have the patience to watch a bunch of movies unless they're spectacular. That has left shopping to fill in the void, which has its own set of worries. I really have to prevent myself from going buckwild just because my balances have all been reset. I still want to go to Universal Studios for my birthday, and hope to take my mom to NYC in the next year or so for her sixtieth, so we must be mindful of those duckets.

We can do this. We can power on through.