A break from my significant other – 10 weeks alcohol free: Week 7

Day 43: Monday

After my minor breakdown last week, I decided it was time to take stock and think about the way I used to think about alcohol, the excuses I was making and the way I think now.

I wrote a post back in November that I called “The Wine Paradox“. In it, I bemoaned conflicting reports of the damage wine does, versus some evidence that says that moderate consumption may be beneficial.

Note use of the word “may”…

For the moment I’m going to leave aside the health benefits part, because from what I can see, the amount you should be drinking is really bugger all.

This is how the post opens:

“During the weekend I read a story in my local paper about how bad alcohol is for you. The author equated the carcinogenic impact of drinking with smoking cigarettes or asbestos. She said that “if we treated alcohol as we do other carcinogens, in terms of lowering our exposure to risk, we’d have no more than two drinks a year”.”

So far, so standard. Then I go on to say:

“The NZ Herald story basically said that the media were in denial about alcohol consumption and the issues it causes.”

I’m not one to bag the media, especially in our post-Trumpian times. But one of the ongoing frustrations I’ve had with my journey has been the judgement attached to any reporting of alcohol consumption. It’s incredibly difficult to find any information that doesn’t come pre-loaded with the opinion that alcohol is the devil. So I’m not sure the media are in denial about this at all.

The good news is that even in 7 months ago, I was thinking about the effect alcohol had on my past behaviour:

“Many of the most foolish things I’ve ever done have been a result of drinking too much.”

Then I throw all that out the window, and hurl myself into my cloud of complete and utter self delusion:

“…I know that I have my limits. Ideally, I try to have 2-3 alcohol free days per week (I try, I don’t always succeed).”

I almost NEVER succeed.

“I then aim to only drink 1-2 glasses of wine per night, outside of social occasions.”

You complete and utter liar! That is certainly the aim, but rarely is that the reality. God, woman, you’re a fantasist!

“Even at social occasions now I draw the line at about 4 glasses, generally consumed over many hours with food.”

Oh. My. God. There’s nothing truthful about this statement. A bottle of wine is 5 glasses. I know that I would rarely leave a dinner without the bottle being finished. And after the third glass, I stopped keeping track! So how the hell would I know whether I’ve had 4 glasses or 14?

Actually, if I’d had 14 I’d be pretty ill, so that seems unlikely.

And then I get sensible for once in this post:

Although I like a drink, I like to be in control of my behaviour and what comes out of my mouth. I also value my weekends, so don’t want to spend days in bed with a hangover. Being on the far side of 40 means I don’t bounce back the way I used to, so I need to be careful.”

Good Lord. How things have changed.

Day 44: Tuesday

I was thinking back to the weekend and how good it was to have dinner with other adults without wine.

I’ve realised that my abstinence doesn’t need to be limiting to other people or myself. That socialising with others can still be enjoyable without wine, and that I can be around other people who are drinking without that being problematic for me.

I’d always thought the wine gave me energy when I went out with other people, I now understand the people are the ones who energise me. The wine is just a pleasant side effect (or unpleasant, depending on who you’re with).

Day 45: Wednesday

Once again, I’m thinking about what my life might look like when this experiment is over.

You probably think I do this a lot.

You’d be right.

Actually, it hasn’t been too bad. Most of the time I don’t think about it at all. Only really when people ask me about it, or if I’m really tired, or in the weekends. Or if I’m writing this.

Weekdays I pretty much don’t think about it, during the day or at night. Aside from planning the blog posts. I guess I’m far enough into it now that it’s becoming second nature.

But back to the future planning. My friend Margaret sent me this piece of inspirational brilliance:

“I’m all about letting the low grade nonsense fall away to allow yourself to enjoy more of the good stuff, and about balancing all your money, time, and experiences for the net happiest life. So it may be that your best choice today is to drink 2 bottles of horrendous quality wine with friends and wake up with a terrible headache because the experience will be priceless… Or it may be the better choice to flag it because you don’t like them *that* much, and spend the evening at home with a movie, a glass of whisky and some great dark chocolate.  Or spend the evening with the kids introducing them to the best movies of the 1980s because they need to know this stuff, and a bowl of popcorn. Conscious choices not mindless habits…!”

The key outtake (spot the ex-ad girl) is well considered quality over quantity. Quality food, wine, matched with quality experiences.

In the interests of not re-destroying my already compromised liver, I’m not going to take her advice on the “2 bottles of horrendous wine”, and instead take the less is more approach.

So, rather that buying three $20 bottles of wine a week, I’ll aim for one $50-60 bottle. Something amazing that I’d want to linger over. Something that I’m ok with just having a glass of. A bit like choosing one square of super dark, rich, hand crafted chocolate, over a family sized block of palm oil infused milk chocolate rubbish from the supermarket.

My husband’s says I’m just trying to hang onto the budget. He may be right.

Day 47: Friday

So once again we hit Friday and the wall. Tired, grumpy, needing wine.

Day 48: Saturday

It’s Richie’s birthday so we went out for dinner with the kids. No wine, of course, just virgin cocktails, juices and water all around.

Halfway through dinner I confessed that I’m getting bored with not drinking. I can honestly say that if I wasn’t writing about it, I would have chucked it in by now. Guess I knew I needed something to keep me honest. Damn it.

Rich said he felt the same way. He’s only got three weeks to go, while I’ve given myself another two. What was I thinking?! That decision is really feeling like salt in the wound.

Having said that Rich doesn’t get a release from the pressures of his work day, I can now see the same thing is happening to me. Although it’s not really a release valve that I need it’s a treat. Wine was always my reward for a good day’s work.

So where do I get that now? Kombucha and sparkling water, while both acting as perfectly decent placebos on most days, just aren’t up to the job on the days where I really need it.

Because there’s nothing like a cold beer after a hard day’s work in the garden. Or toasting achievement with a glass of champagne. Or just sitting quietly with a beautiful glass of red and a book in your most comfortable chair. It feels like a treat.

I really miss it. I feel like I’m missing out. I feel like my work is not being rewarded any more.

Day 49: Sunday

I call this week birthday week. My husband and my son’s birthdays are three days apart. Then mine and my daughter’s are two days apart. But that’s another story.

Normally I’d have the extended family from both sides for dinner, drink loads of wine, cook and basically exhaust myself. Be left facing loads of dirty dishes, feeling like I hadn’t had a chance to speak to anyone and more than a little intoxicated.

Today we had everyone over for brunch. I made sweet and savoury brioche, and loads of coffee. I spoke to everyone, didn’t feel overly stressed and hardly had any dishes to do afterwards.

And I didn’t get drunk. Or have a hangover the next day.

The only sad part was realising I don’t see my sister much any more. Her husband said the same thing, to which she pointed out “well, they’re not drinking at the moment”.

Although I could be grumpy with her and say that doesn’t make a difference, it really does. That’s a big part of the reason for brunch instead of dinner. We could have gone out for dinner and avoided any real effort at all. But we didn’t want to because we’re not drinking.

I’ve been meaning to organise a catch up with my friends for weeks. But I haven’t because I’m not drinking.

We’re not really arranging to do anything at night because we’re not drinking. Seeing people during the day is fine, but although we are quite capable of seeing people without wine, we don’t really want to. Seeing people with wine is just far more fun.

What I’ve learned this week: Socialising

I recently read a story by   discussing the challenges faced by non-drinking Muslims in the UK, in trying to build relationships and integrate into what is a drinking culture. She talks of Muslims struggling to gain promotions, being held back in their careers and their personal lives because they do not drink:

“When socialising is done over a glass of wine, those who don’t drink may miss out on nurturing friendships.”

Socialising without alcohol is probably the most daunting part of giving up/having a break from drinking. I have friends who are drifting away because I am merely having some time out! I can see that if this change were permanent, there may need to be an acceptance that some people may no longer be part of my social circle at all.

From personal experience, I can tell you that it takes time before you’re ready to spend time with people who are drinking when you can’t. Eventually though, you become accustomed enough to going without that you can still be a scintillating conversationalist without needing an alcoholic pick me up.

The Robert Street Clinic has a fantastic list of 13 ways to socialise without alcohol. My favourite is:

“Break the inhibition cycle: It’s important to remember that you don’t need alcohol to go out and meet new people – and once you’ve got used to being the life and soul of a party without having a few drinks, it’ll become second nature.”

These are my tips:


  • Find different times of the day to socialise. Go for a walk with friends or catch up for lunch, brunch or coffee. Times when alcohol does not feature in the equation.
  • BYO. Decide what you’d like to drink instead, and take it with you. I always take a bottle of kombucha and some fizzy water. This avoids tap water bring the only non-alcoholic thing on offer
  • Choose venues with great cocktails. Chances are, if they’re known for their alcoholic cocktails, their non-alcoholic cocktails will be pretty banging also.
  • Fool a few people. My friend Mel, when she was in the early stages of pregnancy (not being able to drink, but not ready to tell people she was pregnant), always had what she called “pretendy drinks”. Looked like wine, served in a wine glass, actually apple juice. Zero alcohol beer would work the same way. Having a glass takes the pressure off having to discuss your drinking status with others, but keeps you on track.
  • Know when it’s time to leave. Invariably, in a party situation, once the booze flow becomes a torrent, you’ll suddenly start experiencing deja vue. “Didn’t I just have this exact conversation a few minutes ago?” Because drunk people repeat themselves. Repeatedly. And think they’re really funny, when they’re just really drunk. And tell you how much they love you. It’s best to go home before this stage of the evening. Trust me, they’ll be too drunk to notice you’ve gone.
  • Enjoy a hangover free morning. This is the best part of not drinking. Waking feeling rested and clear of head. Able to exercise without feeling like you might be sick. And realising how little you miss drinking.
  • Enjoying the clear memories of a fun night out. When you haven’t been drinking you’ll remember the conversations. You’ll remember who was there and who you talked to.
  • Treat yourself. Give yourself a reward for not drinking with all the money you’ve saved on booze and taxis. Then you’ll have a lovely physical reminder of why what you’re doing is important, rather than a hazy recollection of alcohol fueled craziness, tinged with the creeping suspicion you may have offended someone.




A break from my significant other – 10 weeks alcohol free: Week 6

Day 36: Monday

We’re at the end of a long weekend, and another spent at Waiheke. It has been a stunning couple of days. Very warm and sunny, especially for early June. Lots of walks had, the kids had a great time with their little cousins, all very relaxing.

Our times at Waiheke, as I may have mentioned previously, are invariably punctuated by drinking. A rose or bloody mary at lunch (or 2 or 3), then wine from 6pm. Richard’s parents have enough self discipline to set rules around when drinks start and finish, so it is rare that we start drinking at lunch time and carry on into the evening.

But it has been known to happen.

This time, of course, there was none of that. At least, none from our side. The rest of the family (excluding kids, we’re not complete animals) continued as usual, which to be honest was welcomed. And from what I could see, it didn’t affect our dynamic at all.

Everyone was accepting of what we are trying to do, and supported us in our endeavours. To be honest, I didn’t really miss it at all.

Day 37: Tuesday

So, this is supposed to be the halfway mark. Except it isn’t, as I explained last week. I was going to do a full check in, with photos, looking at weight, size, skin, liver count and so on, but it probably is more sensible to push that out until my new halfway mark, at the end of week 7.

For what it’s worth:

  • I’ve lost just under 2kg
  • The bags under my eyes are less pronounced (photos later
  • I’ll talk to the doctor about another liver test tomorrow

I’d like to tell you I’m saving a fortune, but after roughly a month, I’m not seeing a demonstrable difference, so I think I need to analyse the numbers a bit more closely. I don’t feel like I’m spending more on food, but who knows.

Day 38: Wednesday

Haha! After writing yesterday that my weight had dropped by just under two kilogrames, I woke this morning to find another 500g had disappeared JUST LIKE THAT!

Friends keep commenting about how much weight I must be losing, but I hadn’t really been seeing it so far. I mentioned early on that I’d rejoined Weight Watchers, so I am watching what I eat, and exercising daily, but not obsessively so. The main change has been removing alcohol from my diet.

I feel like my clothes are fitting me a bit better, but that could be wishful thinking. It’s probably time to take some more photos (I took some at the beginning of this, but haven’t posted yet) and see what’s really happening. Once again, I think I’ll wait until my new halfway mark.

Day 39: Thursday

Rich and I had another conversation about what our drinking habits might look like when we finally start again.

I’m a bit worried that I’ll do what I did post-pregnancy. I distinctly remember a phone conversation I had with my sister when I was about 38 weeks pregnant:

Me: ” You know, I think I could easily never drink again”

Bec: “Me too”

Fast forward 6 weeks or so….. actually, I was breast feeding then, so it wasn’t that bad, but it’s fair to say I certainly wasn’t abstaining for very long after giving birth. The volume kept heading upwards too, as the years have passed.

Rich doesn’t seem to be very worried about new habits at all, but I am. I feel like what is the point of having done this if I’m just going to slide back into old patterns?

Current thinking is:

  • Try to follow the Ministry of Health guidelines (no more than 10 drinks per week)
  • Don’t drink on school nights (Sunday to Thursday)

The not drinking school nights is because I’m really loving the amount of energy I have during the day. I’m charging through more, I feel more motivated, I don’t get to the end of the day and feel like I’ve been wasting time. It’s a pleasantly unexpected side effect.

Day 40: Friday

I am so bored with myself.

I came home tonight after a day sampling sausages for some good friends. I’d been on my feet all day, it hadn’t been as busy as I would have hoped, and I was tired. I just wanted to pour myself a glass of wine, put my feet up and relax in front of the TV for the evening.

But no. No drinking for me. No drinking for me for another 6 weeks!

Seriously, this really sucks. I feel like the fun has been sucked out of my life. We hardly ever go out at night any more, I never feel silly, or super relaxed. Or just drunk. Because being drunk is fun! Not being really drunk, but a little bit drunk is fun.

And this isn’t fun.

I don’t smoke, I don’t take drugs, I eat healthily, I exercise regularly, surely I’m allowed one vice! I know that the wheels had fallen off lately, and the discipline has gone sideways, but for GOD’S SAKE, I can’t do this forever!

Sorry. I don’t mean to shout. I’m just annoyed.

Day 41: Saturday

I didn’t cave. I was very controlled and didn’t drink last night. It helps that there is no wine in the house, and hitting the liquor cabinet felt more than a little extreme.

I also felt considerably more rational about what I’m doing. I needed to remind myself that my doctor had an overt expression of relief on her face when I said I wasn’t going to drink for three months. Which means my liver is not as healthy as I have been deluding myself that it is.

We went out to a friend’s house for dinner tonight, which was great. It made me realise that I can be around people who are drinking without drinking myself, and still have a good time. My enjoyment of the company of others is not dependent on booze. Even better, my recollection of the night is sharp, and I won’t wake with a hangover in the morning.

Plus we could drive both ways, no Uber required.

I need to keep reminding myself of the little things.

What I’ve learned this week: Why we drink.

I was interested in why we, as humans, feel the need to drink. To be intoxicated. I know it feels good, but then it feels bad, so wouldn’t we just not? After all, alcohol is poison, we are highly evolved, mostly clever beings, wouldn’t we just stay away from it?

Is there something at an evolutionary level that makes us like alcohol, despite it’s inherent dangers?

Robert Dudley, who is a professor of biology at UC Berkley and author of the book Drunken Monkey, says our love of alcohol can be traced back to our evolutionary ancestors need to find food. More specifically, the need for monkeys to find fruit which is ripe. Ripe fruit gives off a distinctive alcohol smell, especially in tropical climates, which is a strong identifier for when fruit is ready to eat. Given the short window that fruit is ripe for before becoming rotten, it’s best to eat as much as you can before it gets eaten by others or before it runs out. Luckily, alcohol stimulates appetite, another evolutionary advantage.

To quote Dudley’s opinion piece in the Huffington Post:

“..the psychoactive effects of alcohol, as contained within sugar-rich fruit pulp, may have evolved to let hungry primates more efficiently find and consume scarce calories in the forest. This is part of our ancestral sensory and behavioral baggage that is retained into modern times. We even obtain health benefits from low-level alcohol consumption relative to either abstention or high levels of drinking.”

Anthropologically, alcohol has been part of human culture for millenia, playing an important role in communal life, socially, spiritually and emotionally.

Although it is very difficult to find non-judgemental information about how alcohol affects our brain and what part that plays in our liking for it, I eventually found out that alcohol stimulates cortex, hippocampus and nucleus accumbens, which are responsible for thinking and pleasure seeking.

According to howstuffworks.com,

“Alcohol affects brain chemistry by altering levels of neurotransmitters…Alcohol increases the effects of the inhibitory neurotransmitter GABA in the brain. GABA causes the sluggish movements and slurred speech…At the same time, alcohol inhibits the excitatory neurotransmitter glutamate. Suppressing this stimulant results in a similar type of physiological slowdown. In addition to increasing the GABA and decreasing the glutamate in the brain, alcohol increases the amount of the chemical dopamine in the brain’s reward center, which creates the feeling of pleasure that occurs when someone takes a drink.”

So dopamine appears to be pretty key for making us want to drink. We drink, dopamine is released, we feel good. Until we feel bad in the morning.

A break from my significant other – 10 weeks alcohol free: Week 3

Day 15: Monday

Another week goes past. I’m starting to feel like things are getting on track. I’m still feeling tired, but I’m putting that down to a weekend in Sydney and a few late nights. The good news is my moods have stabilised, and, aside from the allergic reaction, I don’t seem to be experiencing any negative effects from drinking wine over the weekend.

On the rash, I am freaking out a little (ok, a lot) because while I was researching the impact of alcohol on moods for last weeks post, I came across an article explaining how some heavy drinkers experience extreme itchiness when they stop drinking. Mental Health Daily says:

“Some people have reported that they experience intensely itchy skin during withdrawal. The itch can feel almost like a rash in regards to severity and/or like bugs crawling all over the skin. The cause of this isn’t fully understood but one theory suggests that it’s the result of the central nervous system reactivating itself via nerve endings after being numbed by the alcohol for an extended period.”

Oh. God.

Day 16: Tuesday

I keep thinking that I’m not that heavy a drinker. My week pre-abstinence went something like:

Monday: AFD (alcohol free day)
Tuesday: Could go either way, but generally AFD
Wednesday: 1 glass of wine (about 150ml)
Thursday: 2 glasses
Friday: 3 glasses
Saturday: More than 3. Depending on whether we’ve gone out for dinner.
Sunday: Still the weekend right? So 3 glasses

So all up, if I’m being kind to myself, around about 14 glasses of wine a week. Except a standard glass is 100ml (according to alcohol.org.nz). So on that basis, I was drinking 21 standard drinks a week. Terrifyingly, the Ministry of Health guidelines say:

“2 standard drinks a day for women and no more than 10 standard drinks a week….and at least 2 alcohol-free days every week.”

I’ve been miles off! I guess at least I was getting the two AFDs (mostly) per week. No wonder my doctor keeps freaking out. Crikey, it’s not much though, is it? On the basis of two days off per week, that’s an average of just over a glass of wine per day at my pouring rate.

Day 17: Wednesday

It turns out I’m likely not allergic to wine, but to Dove Body Wash, which I was using at my friends out. Quick google search and voila! Dozens of entries complaining about having the same problem. Will need to reassess when this project is complete, but I’m breathing a sigh of relief.

Day 19: Friday

I caught up with an old friend today. I’d met her through work, back in the day, and she has had her own battles with the booze. Her self proclaimed issue is an inability to stop once she’s started.

We talked quite a bit about what I’m doing, and she shared her own experiences. She’s stopped drinking for a few 6 month stretches to get herself back on track and has now realised a few life lessons, which I want to talk about more as this diary progresses.

A big one was about recent research talking about learning moderation over abstinence. I’ve talked about this concept in my blog before, so this is something for me to mull over in the coming months. The general thought is that we are social beings and that life is not black and white. We live in the grey. All or nothing is not necessarily an answer – sometimes a drink is a nice thing to do, and that’s fine. It’s knowing where the balance is that’s the tricky part. I’ve asked her to send me the research and I will definitely be sharing it. I think this is an important concept, and it needs a great deal of thought.

The second area we discussed was knowing your poison. My friend was a wine drinker, but was finding the alcohol content too much. So she’s switched to vodka with mixers. Nice glass, same volume, less booze. She’s finding she’s better for it. Instead of drinking three 150ml glasses of wine and being really not very sober, she can drink three vodka/sodas of the same size and feel pretty good. And most importantly, clear headed in the morning.

Day 20: Saturday

To date this week, my need for a drink really hasn’t surfaced. I’m quite pleased with how little I’ve really needed it, bearing in mind it’s been less that a week since I was in Sydney.

I have to say though, I’m not really ready to spend much time in any environments where there is significant amounts of booze. And I can’t go near anything masquerading as alcohol without alcohol.

I was in at the supermarket and a man was sampling Italian zero alcohol beer. I gave it a go, because, you know, why not?


So that was a bad idea. As soon as I tasted the beer, which really tasted like beer, I wanted an actual beer. Not one with zero alcohol.

I’m staying the hell away from that stuff.

What I learned this week: Sleep

Sleeping has been an interesting journey for me so far. Before I stopped drinking, I used to sleep much better when I had an alcohol free day, than I did after a couple of wines. When I stopped altogether my sleep packed up. Now I’m finding that although my energy levels have come right during the day, my sleep patterns are sporadic to say the least.

Many alcohol help sites talk about issues with insomnia or disturbed sleep patterns during the first month or more of abstinence. Hearteningly, they all say that eventually the body’s natural circadian rhythms will reestablish themselves, once the body is completely free of the influence of alcohol.

The website verywell.com says:

“People in alcohol recovery take a long time to fall asleep, have problems sleeping through the night, and feel that their sleep is not restorative. Lab studies show reductions in deep sleep and abnormalities in REM sleep in persons with more than a year of sobriety.

‘Sleep has a reputation among the recovering community of being one of the last things that fall back into place for an individual,’ said David Hodgins, professor of psychology at the University of Calgary.”

The reasons behind sleeplessness are outlined by alcoholrehabguide.com:

“Alcohol suppresses certain neurotransmitters in your brain which cause you to feel at ease after drinking. When you quit drinking, the neurotransmitters are no longer inhibited by alcohol. This results in hyperexcitability – the reason why withdrawal symptoms affect you differently from alcohol consumption.”


A break from my significant other – 10 Weeks Alcohol Free: Week 2

Day 8: Monday

Wahoo! I got through the first week without caving. Trust me, I had my moments.

Energy levels still down quite a bit, but I think a result of a lousy night’s sleep. Both of which lead of general grumpiness and short fuse with my children. Not really ideal. The worst bit is that out of body feeling where you can see what you’re doing, but you do it anyway.

Catching up with friends today got me back on track. Felt much more rejuvenated. Funny how much other people help.

Day 9: Tuesday

So good to have slept well last night. My energy levels came right in the evening, and I slept until the alarm went off at 6am. Feeling really good this morning, no headaches, energy and motivation levels high.

I’m not sure I can call it a trend yet, but I think I might be through the worst. So it’s taken me 8 days to get the residual alcohol out of my system. A good learning for the future.

I went for a long walk with a friend today who gave me some sage advice. She said (and I quote) “…it’s about finding what YOUR healthy relationship with alcohol is. Everyone’s healthy is different.” What she means is that for some people, not drinking at all during the week and then relaxing in the weekends works best. For others, drinking a glass every day with no real exceptions (that is, no going out and drinking a bottle on Saturday) is a better alternative.

I’m not sure what my long term plan looks like yet. Hopefully I’ll have it worked out in 9 weeks time (not that I’m counting…).

Day 10: Wednesday

Today was concerning.

This morning I had my annual check up with my doctor. Last week, in preparation for this appointment, I’d had blood tests to assess my liver health. The results were not good. Generally ALT levels are supposed to be under 56. Mine was 157 today. This time last year it was mid-90’s so it’s gone up, quite a bit.

The doctor was pretty happy when I told her that I’d stopped drinking for an extended spell. She’s made a note for another test in 3 months time. Depending on how that goes depends on whether I need to have an ultrasound to check for excess fat around my liver.

I asked her about why she thought this may have happened. She said it was almost certainly due to my holiday week away with friends, after drinking quite a bit every day. However, the best analogy we could find was comparing it to picking the top off a scab – if you keep picking at it it’ll never heal. Likewise, if you never have a break from drinking, you never give your liver a chance to heal.

Day 11-14: Sydney

As I mentioned in my introductory post, my one exception to 10 weeks alcohol free is my trip to Sydney. A chance to catch up with some old friends, which always requires wine.

So, long story short, I did drink this weekend. Not in an excessive shots-at-3am kind of way, more a glass of wine with lunch, then more than a few at dinner. Probably averaged about 5 a day over the 4 days. Quite a bit when you put it in writing.

The unexpected happened. I came out in a rash all over my body. On my arms, chest, stomach. As it went it moved up to my ears and along my chin line. Thank God it never made it to my face! It was itchy as hell, and impossible to get under control. I went to the chemist and got some hydrocortisone cream and antihistamines, which helped somewhat. Then I consulted Dr Google.

Fearing the worst, I started by checking whether a flu jab could elicit this kind of reaction. Apparently not. Then I googled whether wine could give you hives. And it can. It’s not uncommon. It’s generally more likely to be caused by red wine (which I was mostly drinking), but the specific cause is vague. It could be an allergy to the alcohol, the fruit (although I’m not allergic to grapes) or the sulphates.

It’s never happened to me before, although I have been known to get a flushed face from drinking wine, which is apparently a related symptom. I’m not happy.

What I learned this week: Mood swings

As you can see, I’ve experienced my fair share of mood swings over the past 2 weeks. Although, thankfully, I now seem to be past the worst.

Mental Health Daily says that alcohol increases the neurotransmitter GABA (linked to relaxation), decreases glutamate (an excitory neurotransmitter. When we don’t have it we relax even more!) and can increase dopamine (which is a feel good hormone). So when we stop drinking regularly, we can struggle to relax and we don’t get those happy, buzzy feelings we’re used to getting after a glass of wine at the end of a tough day.

The mood swings we may get are (Source: Mental Health Daily):

  • Mood swings: Most people can expect some sort of mood swings during their withdrawal. One minute you may feel deeply depressed and hopeless, the next you may be optimistic about the withdrawal process. Understand that changes in mood such as feelings of anger, sadness, apathy, anxiety, etc. will all gradually stabilize.
  • Agitation: Many people feel agitated during the first few weeks of withdrawal.  Do your best to manage this feeling by getting some light exercise and/or practicing relaxation exercises.
  • Anger: Anger is typically a result of our inability to relax and in part due to the fact that the brain is sensitive during withdrawal. Neurotransmitter levels have not recovered to baseline and this may make you more prone to anger outbursts.
  • Irritability: Withdrawal from alcohol can lead to irritability as a result of changes in GABA functioning. When you have adequate GABA, you are able to keep calm and don’t get bothered by minor things. Insufficient GABA can lead a person to feel irritable and unable to stay calm.

A break from my significant other – 10 Weeks Alcohol Free: Week 1

Day 1: Monday

A few weeks ago Richard and I decided it was time to have some time off the booze.

Anyway, day 1. So far so good. Although to be fair, I’m writing this at 1 in the afternoon, so it’s hardly been a challenge so far. It also helps that we’ve been away on holiday for the past week, and have basically had far more to drink that we should have, every single day. So I feel like the break.

I’ve started all enthusiastically, have done yoga this morning and been for a 5km walk. I’ve also signed up for Weight Watchers, in an attempt to lose some of the weight that’s accumulated. I figure that I might as well go the whole hog.

First challenge hit at about 10.30am, when I spoke to my mother about my father’s birthday dinner tomorrow night.

Me: “Mum, you know I’m not drinking, right?”

Mum: “Well, that’s your problem. It’s not really an issue for me.”

Me: “Good, just wanted you to know”

Five minutes later…

Mum: “You know, you could just have one glass of wine.”

Me: “Mum, it’s only day one! Can you please give me a chance?!”

8.30pm: Feeling very tired and a bit grumpy. All the energy I had has disappeared. Time for a cup of tea and bed.

Day 2: Tuesday

Didn’t sleep very well last night, which was a surprise. I’d thought that no wine would make for an amazing sleep, but I’m guessing that a week of hard out drinking with friends at the beach is having it’s impact now I’ve stopped.

Also woke this morning with a headache, and feeling a bit sluggish. Like having a hangover, but without the fun bit the night before. Stink.

Caught up with my friend Anna.

Anna: “Shall we have a drink?” (She means an alcoholic kind just so we’re clear)

Me: “Sorry, I can’t. I’m not drinking for 10 weeks. It’s day two”

Anna: “You could have just one glass”

Seriously? Twice in two days? At this rate, I’ll have been asked if I can have just one glass 70 times by the end!!

Family dinner was a revelation. Firstly, that I can have fun with my family while they’re drinking and I’m not. Secondly, that no one harassed me about drinking sparkling water all night. Thirdly, that I didn’t cave in to temptation.

It was interesting to note at least two times when I lost focus, and nearly poured myself a glass without thinking about it. Need to watch that.

Day 3: Wednesday

Slept brilliantly last night. Felt like I was getting a cold this morning, still a bit headachey and really tired after not getting to sleep until after 10.30.

Thought about a comment my daughter made: “Do you promise not to be grumpy when you don’t drink?”

Clearly this is a thing for me…

5.20pm: This sucks. I feel really tired and scratchy as all hell. Normally I would have a glass of wine and try to get my head back to getting food ready for my family’s dinner. Instead I’m going to have a cup of tea. It’s hardly the same thing.

Day 4: Thursday

Another average night’s sleep, followed by waking with a headache. WTF! Goes to show how long it takes for your body to readjust to life without wine.

On the plus side, my energy levels are pretty good throughout the day. I’m feeling really motivated and achieving a lot more that I usually manage to in a week.

But then, when I get to the end of the day, my energy levels are crashing unbelievably. Clearly my body has become accustomed to using alcohol to fuel me into the evening. Every night this week I’ve been in bed pre-9.30pm!

Day 5: Friday

I wanted a drink SO BADLY last night. It’s not even the weekend yet, but the thought of another 9 weeks stretching in front of me, is daunting to say the least. I held my ground (yay me!) and drank a bottle of kombucha instead. At least I had something in my hand.

This morning I feel like a pile of poo. I’m bone-crushingly tired today. Have a friend who wants to walk at lunchtime, and have to work this afternoon, and really don’t want to do anything except go back to bed. Can’t wait for alcohol to withdraw it’s presence from my body!

Had French colleague offer me a bottle of zero alcohol beer. He can’t for the life of him understand why I would give up for any period of time. But he can’t understand vegetables either, so there we go. I don’t really see the point in replacing an alcoholic drink with one that looks the same, but is booze free. In the same way that I don’t understand vegan sausages. If you’re going to stop, just stop!

Day 6: Saturday

Slept so well last night, but still had a headache this morning. I’m worried that going to Sydney next weekend and drinking will take me right back to where I started. Maybe I can practice moderation instead. She says hopefully.

Day 7: Sunday

Once again I was just wrecked. So tired I had to have a sleep mid-afternoon. On the plus side, I managed to stay awake until 10pm, the latest night so far this week.

What I’ve learned this week: Energy

The hardest part about researching the effects of giving up alcohol is the definition of heavy drinking. Most websites are targeted at people who are alcoholics, rather that people like me who probably have imbibed more than they should have, but are still considered “normal”. However, I have been surprised by the impact abstinence has had on my energy levels this week.

According to Stop Drinking Alcohol:

“You need to remember that your body converts alcohol to sugar, and in turn, this sugar becomes energy. Since you’re no longer drinking your body no longer has access to the sugar rush from alcohol, and you will likely experience a dramatic drop off in energy until your body becomes acclimated to an alcohol free lifestyle.

Most people find that it can take 2 – 4 weeks before their energy BEGINS to returns to normal. Perhaps even longer if you’ve been drinking heavily for many years.

The quickest way to reclaim your natural energy is to ease yourself back into eating a healthy diet and getting some good, old fashion exercise. Get some sunshine, too, as Vitamin D has a great many health benefits.

Also, make sure you aren’t replacing alcohol with caffeine-laden or sugar-filled drinks that will only temporarily spike your energy levels, and then leave you more tired than before. Instead, get in the habit of drinking water with every meal.”


10 weeks alcohol free: am I mad?

A few weeks ago Richard and I decided it was time to have some time off the booze. I have basically never taken more than a week off in my adult life, aside from when I was pregnant and I’m not sure that really counts. Well, it does, being important for a healthy baby and all, but you know what I’m saying.

Our reasons are simple:

  1. My liver needs a break. I had a poor liver reading at the doctor a year or so ago, and I really haven’t done anything about it. Now she wants to see me again, and I’m terrified of what she’s going to find!
  2. We’ve both gained weight. It’s crept up over time, and admittedly, I could exercise some more and eat a bit less, but it’s pretty clear that wine is a big contributor
  3. Our daily consumption is creeping up. We can manage one AFD a week, but not many more. We’ve tried to not drink during the week, but usually fall over about Wednesday. So we need to reset.

Essentially, we need a new normal. I have no ethical objections to a glass of wine a night, but for us it’s always more than a glass. I’d like to be the person who can go out for dinner and stop after a glass or even two.

The exception is that I’m heading to Sydney in a couple of weeks to catch up with some girlfriends. I have already explained to my lovely husband that there is NO WAY I’m not going to drink while I’m there. I have my limits!

So there we have it. Ten weeks stretching in front of me. I’m worried I may be insane, so I’m going to write about it (as I do), then you can decide if it’s a good way to go. I’ll be interested to see whether I actually lose any weight, sleep better, feel better, have better liver function. I’ll let you know.