So something totally crazy happened yesterday. I had a TOTAL ASS of a day. I mean, the day was just ass. Around 3 PM I started thinking about a glass of wine, and how I really “needed it.” Got out late, got home and hubster was having a light beer. Ok, no biggie. I decided at that moment that I did not want any and it wasn’t even hard. I even ate pasta with no red wine to drink. I mean, this is huge to me.
I haven’t really been immersing in the drinking materials as I’ve been focused on the workbook and coachiing my clients.