Seven days

A whole week. I've done a whole week. I'm pleased I've done it, I'm determined to carry on. Today - a whole day on my own, no distractions, no purpose and no drink. I've already said what my usual weekends are like. So far this one has been different. It's been a bit dull, it's felt as if there's been something missing, but it hasn't been as hard as I thought it would. The hardest part was watching a movie in the afternoon and seeing someone drinking a glass of sherry before dinner. The memory of the taste of sherry (not something I particularly like) was so strong it was almost as if I had a mouthful myself, and I found myself wishing that I had a glass to sip, and that I could have a glass of wine with my meal. But I didn't.

So tomorrow is the start of another week. If I can do it for one week, I can do it for 2, and if I can do it for a fortnight, I can do it for a month.

What happens when October is up remains to be seen ...