“Work is the curse of the drinking classes.” – Oscar Wilde
To celebrate the start of the new year (alongside all the musings about the past, and signing up to crazy sporting events), I’m going to not drink alcohol for a month.
This is partly because it’s Dry January (heeey…is that a BANDWAGON I can jump on?) and mostly because I celebrated a bit too much over the Christmas period and now I feel like my liver has it’s own heartbeat.
Last year I gave up drinking for a bit. I blogged about it at 10 days, and the whole experiment lasted all of 14 days. Turns out I like drinking more than I thought I did.
The trouble is, I don’t think drinking likes me that much anymore.
Alcohol Concern in the UK will tell you that “alcohol is the UK’s biggest risk factor for death, ill-health and disability for people aged 15-49”, and that taking part in Dry January will help one to “sleep better, lose weight, and save money”. This is great news for me as mostly staying in hostels over Christmas with roomful of snorers has rendered me sleep deprived. I also picked up 2kgs in weight due to stuffing my fat face with snacks and booze. Plus I’m also broke as it turns out lots of fun things over Christmas cost money.
In addition to the above I can add two words which serve as another key motivator: heart burn.
Hangovers have been steadily getting worse over the past 5 or 6 years (a sign of getting old), but the heart burn is a new side effect of the aging process which came on around 8 months following a night out with friends. A burning throat and feeling like you are being stabbed in the sternum is a new horror to add to the unpleasantness of a hangover I can tell you.
This happened a number of times, until a trip to the doctors told me that it’s simply acid reflux, which was caused by gastritis, which was caused by too much booze and black coffee. I could live the rest of my life on Omeprazole, eat Gaviscon like it’s popcorn, or I could take on some lifestyle choices.
So these are my motivators for quitting the booze for the month, and a personal experiment to see if I can do it, and what chances will occur (if any).
If I suddenly become a thin, rested, reflux-free, rich chick I might keep it up forever…