23/11/2025
Cognitive dissonance (aka my love–hate with booze) was my biggest bugbear. 😅🍷
How could I spend all week happy not to drink… then hit Friday and, without thinking, reach for the wine? I’d even wake up on Friday saying “not tonight,” then by evening tell myself it was the only way to celebrate the weekend. 🤦♀️✨
What helped early on: small swaps and simple plans. I’d go to a movie, swap the drink, keep the behaviour (hello kombucha), and—most importantly—remind my conscious brain to overtake the automatic habit.
I’d repeat: “I don’t need a drink to enjoy this.” That slightly uncomfortable feeling usually passes in about 10 minutes. ⏳
It’s been years now, and I barely remember the wobble. My husband sometimes stops for periods of time and says the same thing: if you get over the early-evening hump, it passes quickly.
If you’re looking to join a group for support in the new year, PM me and I’ll add you to the list. ☺️🩵