First, an aside: last nights dinner was a chili I had made and frozen a while back. It wasn’t until this morning that I remembered the secret ingredient: bourban added in the last 20 minutes. While some alcohol does burn out when cooking, it’s not nearly as much as most people think. Since I’m 100% serious about the 60 days commitment, I will be posting daily to 62 days.
When I first realized that I had a problem, any discussion of alcohol made me uncomfortable. What I learned over time was that I had to get over this feeling if I wanted to beat my condition. How can I be recovered if I feel awkward when someone asks for a middle shelf rum recommendation (Cruzan Black Strap)? If I can’t relate funny drunken stories (coming eventually)? If I can’t enjoy over the top comedy like Epic Meal Time? It’s not possible.
the best medicine
In truth, the ultimate victory would be to laugh. In addition to being good for you, laughter indicates that the subject matter is odd, out of place, or untrue. Just look at Dave Chapelle, who makes something as serious as racism look silly by laughing at it. For the other side of the picture, imagine really laying into right hook and having the other guy laugh at you. Intimidating, no? I suppose treating a condition like this is similar to the good “bad story”, you know those times that sucked a lot when they happened but make really great stories afterwords.
So to get over this, I will try to respond to any questions any of you have in the comments and sign off today with an (albeit poor) attempt at humor:
The worst part about blacking out and waking up to find two pounds of bacon missing from the fridge isn’t the hangover or the bloating, its not having the memory of eating two pounds of bacon.
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