C’mon, admit it.
Your social calendar has cranked up a notch in the last few weeks. You’ve had a few end-of-year celebrations already. Maybe a dusty morning or two spent at your desk at work wishing you’d reigned it in a little last night.
And, as November draws to a close and you stare down the liquor-soaked month of December, you feel a pang of…dread.
The older I get (and the more intense my hangovers become), the more and more I have become familiar with the sensation of Drinking Dread.
It’s a peculiar thing, resenting the social occasions that I should be looking forward to – but like so many other women my age I am starting to realise that the line between ‘one’ and ‘one too many’ is increasingly difficult to manoeuvre. I’m sick of being hungover.
I’d like to slow down, or maybe even stop altogether. I like being fit and healthy, and drinking isn’t really conducive with either of those things.
And so that awkward question arises: how do I stop drinking? Or, even more awkward again – can I stop drinking?
Over the weekend, I read an article in The Sydney Morning Herald entitled, ‘What is the cost to our lives of self-medicating with alcohol?‘
It was an uncomfortable read. Three women were interviewed about their drinking habits. One had given up booze altogether. One rarely drank. But the third? She was a good-time kinda gal: a mother, a businesswoman, a social type, and a self-confessed ‘drinker’.