In February I made the bold proclamation that I'd give up drinking for Lent. I'm proud to say that aside from a few shots of Nyquil from when I wasn't feeling well, I made it through the entire season. I was fairly certain I'd learn a few things about my relationship with alcohol and my own body during this time and I did. In that I didn't.
1. Giving up drinking was easier than I expected. Just saying "I gave up drinking for Lent" out loud helped establish what I was doing and nobody questioned it in social settings. I confirmed that I can go out with friends and have a good time drinking Diet Coke and not wine. It was a lot cheaper, too.
2. But it also never got any easier over the long haul. I figured the longer I went without liquor the less I would miss it, but that was not the case. On Friday nights, especially, at the end of a long week, I badly missed unwinding with my husband in the kitchen over some wine. Even in the last days of Lent I had to give myself pep talks, saying what a shame it would be to come that far just to blow it.