Dear Reader, I have this small plaque in my dining room that reads, "Life is too short to drink bad wine." Now I live by this motto but, I have discovered that there should be another little plaque sitting next to it reading, "And life will be even shorter if you drink too much of the good stuff."
I should know, I have been, shall we say, over-indulging over the last couple of weeks......I have tried to be good but, these bloody wine companies just keep coming up with beautiful Shiraz and Cabernet's and Merlot's......What's a girl to do? One has to try them, doesn't one? The straw that broke the camel's back or should I say the cork that popped once too oven, was Saturday night when sleep just eluded me and I could smell wine everywhere at midnight! It must have been oozing from every pore in my body, it certainly was on my breathe and even my urine smelt of pure wine! What is that? What's going on? I only had 3/4's of a bottle.....That's all.......hell's bell's and buggy whips, I must be getting old for it to have that effect on me.......or..........I need to stop drinking........my brain is telling me, No, No, No, but my reason is telling me, Yes, Yes, Yes!
I don't drink every day! My husband and I have always tried to lay off any alcohol during the week.....Just lately though, people have been calling in during the week, so, being the polite people we are, we offer them a drink, after all I have all this lovely wine in my cellar! Naturally you have to have one with them, which leads to another one and then another one. Before you know it, you are 3 sheets in the wind and the world is a beautiful place.......
I had an epiphany yesterday! Boy that a big word! Anyway I had this epiphany and realised that I need to lay off the booze all together for at least a month and see what a difference it will make to my well-being......I am always rattling on, boring most people, about how healthy we eat and how much exercise we do......What's the bloody point if you are an alcoholic.........I am just kidding myself........the ravages of alcohol are catching up with me......soon my skin will resemble an old prune! My brain will only function when I have a large wine glass in my hand and then only to rave on like a looney tune about all the useless and boring trivia that I have stored there for years.....My fitness levels will soon seriously drop to almost zero.....the heaviest weight I will be able to lift, will, again, be the large wine glass in my hand.......the thought frightens me.....
Actually, I should have had a wake-up call a few years ago.........One night, we were at a neighbourhood get-together-come-Christmas party and I was drinking this lovely Italian Champagne. My friend and I had managed to drink 4 bottles of the stuff and I was feeling pretty damm good! Her husband knew that I loved red wine and offered me a really good one that he had just bought........"Of course," I say in my blurred perception of being relatively sober!
I woke up and it light and my head was hanging heavily in the toilet bowl......".what the #&*%," I thought, "What's going on?" I was aware that someone was watching me and with great difficulty I lifted my head from the bowl and in the haze that was across my eyes, I could just make out my husband with hands on hips, angry look on face, lips moving.......I couldn't understand a word he said for a few seconds, then the fog cleared and he was yelling at me......."You dirty, dirty bastard!" Well dear Reader, as you know I am female, legitimately born and certainly not a bastard! I was sufficiently lucid to be offended!
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, and "Why am I in the toilet with my head in the bowl and why have I only got undies on and why aren't they the same ones I had on last night?" I just threw them out there and he gave me the answers in a manner which was totally unnecessary! He screamed at me, "You have spewed in every room of this house, I have stripped the bed three times, changed you twice and I have been cleaning up vomit for 3 hours!" Well, he didn't have to yell, did he dear Reader? His tone indicated to me that he thought I was disgusting! He should talk! I have cleaned up after him before! Bastard......a little spew never hurt anyone.....trouble is that my husband has a very weak stomach and if he sees or smells vomit, he vomits as well! Funny hey! I was sick for 3 days!
Anyway I got over that and I vowed never to drink again.......that lasted for a couple of weeks, but I must admit that I have never touched Champagne again and I have never been that drunk again.......I actually, to this day, have no memory of the night! That, in itself is scary......my husband still doesn't see the funny side of it..........
So, this is my vow.......I will lay off the grog for one month and take it one month at a time! Crikey! I really do sound like an alcoholic! I will never drink again! (Till the next time anyway!)
Hi, At 59 I am just finding my feet in the world...So exciting! I have learnt a lot over the years.....gone from being extremely hard up to living a very comfortable life and loving every single minute of it.......My boys are grown up and living good lives themselves and I am so proud of them.......I have the best husband in the world (most of the time anyway....hahaha) and I have 3 dogs who I just adore and they adore me...... I try to live by my motto ......"Be like the sun....let your warmth shine through always"