"But why?" - The first week
The first week of fasting is over, and as you know I renounced on alcohol.
Now I can say; the week wasn’t the problem. It was the weekend!
Friday I stayed at home, stuffing my face with pizza and ice cream to ignore the fact that I wasn’t going out because I couldn’t drink. You might say that you can go out without drinking, and also have fun without being drunk, which I agree on (to save my reputation here) but I wanted to avoid the awkward situations and questions…
Saturday, I couldn’t stand staying in anymore, so I visited friends who just moved to a new flat. When I announced I wasn’t taking an alcoholic drink, the respond was “Why?” and “That is so not like you!” Did people think that I only go great together with a glass of Martini in my hand? How monstrous! My name has become an association with alcohol!
Anyway I said that I just want to see if I can resist things I like for a while.
“But why?” “Is your dad like super religious or something?”
Even I hadn’t an answer for that. And no, neither my dad nor I are super religious. Only the explanation that it was a project for my blog, cooled the air a little.
Besides, I only renounce one thing for one week. Meaning the moment it starts to get tough, the week is already over. It still feels a little bit like cheating. (Until I get to the No-Facebook-Week, right)
To say, not drinking alcohol is a social suicide might be a bit harsh, but not entirely untrue. In the bar, I felt genuinely weird with a soda in my hand.
I now understand people who don’t drink alcohol at all.
No, let me rephrase that; I understand why people not drinking alcohol get annoyed when you ask them if they want a proper drink. But please don't get me the wrong way, that after one week without, I will start drinking like a fish today. I think one of my purposes of the challenge is, to take something from it to my daily routine. Which one will last is to be continued.
At least I can say that I completed my first mission without fail and that is good for a start, isn’t it?
This week I am digging deeper in my subconscious and will undertake the stopping of always fumbling and splitting my hair ends. Which I think will be a lot more difficult than the alcohol matter, because it’s unconscious and you can do it anywhere anytime. I am mostly not even aware of my spleen, so I guess it will be hard to control. But on the other hand giving my hair a rest will be nice for a change. Maybe I come out of this with shiny healthy hair, who knows. Got to look on the bright side right?
By the way I find too, that I go great together with a glass of martini.
Cheers to that! <- click to be cheered up! :)