Baby steps

This is so true. When the task is to rewire your brain and try to live a better life, it would be bonkers to expect to make progress in leaps and bounds. My progress could be best called baby steps, but I am still optimistic that I am making progress. Small improvements: I read the…

Kindness Ninja

My sponsor told me that when she takes her dogs for a walk (beautiful they are as well!) she often picks up dog poop left behind by less considerate owners. Isn’t that great!? She doesn’t get to tell them or anyone else, she is just kind because it is the right thing to do. I…

Recovery is not a constant

I thought it would be like this: Stop drinking. Stay stopped. Ta da! You have recovered. Instead it has been more like this: Well bugger. That actually looks like a lot of work. It’s not just about stopping drinking, but wondering why you did in the first place, and why you didn’t drink like other…

I’m still smiling like a loon

Today I went in a run. It was day 18 of #REDJanuary. I have mostly been running in the dark, and the glorious sunshine really changed my mood today. I splashed in puddles, slid about in mud and even jumped over a stream like an over excited Wonder Woman in non matching kit. The countryside…

I’m fine

I found this pin and it made me laugh until I did unladylike snorting noises and a little wee. It is from this genius website¬†¬†and basically this is just my sense of humor. I did a lot of heavy going step work yesterday, so indulging in these is totally legit. They made me chuckle anyway,…

Into Perspective

For a few months I’ve been quite wrapped up in ‘poor me’ mode. I realised today that actually I am really lucky to be where I am and having the luxury of time to recovery and a family who support me. I am also amazed at how many of my friends will happily talk to…

Cycological

You see the feature image? Yesterday we tried to teach my daughter to ride a bike without stabilizers. It didn’t go well. She started off doing a lot of whimpering, and progressed to full on whinging. Her Dad is imminently more patient that I am. I tried to enthuse her, and ran along hold the…

Doctor Who for alcoholics

*warning* silly post ahead. This is me when I still drank This is when I started my recovery This is how I plan for every day And this is so true it hurts This is a bit of a daft post, but look at the last picture. There is no one who isn’t important, and…

Adulting

Not as in some weird section of the Internet or ‘specialist’ sex interest. This is a word I use when I do things I identify as grown up. (And that I don’t want to do) this may include: Organising anything to do with bills Getting my car serviced/ repaired Cleaning plug holes Grating cheese Dealing…

“I don’t think you were listening” SQUIRREL!

I have heard many times from my husband that I don’t listen. I interrupt. I change subject. You know the dog in Up? That is me. Actually, a lot of the time I am listening, it’s just my brain goes really fast and I think of something else connected or something not and I thought…

Connectivity or The Dog Walker

Alcoholics all isolate themselves, and in their loss of connection with the real world their disease is left to consume them. If you have become so isolated that no one knows or cares about your drinking, then who will help you to stop? A simple question, but one with a complex answer. Some in recovery…

Tired of being tired

Today is my day off and I had grand plans. I was going to: Bake break and cakes Make the house clean Laundry Go for a decent run in the sunshine Try the olive oil thing to stop my ear hurting Magically intuit all tasks to make husband and kids happy Help my friend make…