I started detox on Tuesday 26 April 2011. The detox was an idea initially agreed on by me and my good friend Matt Saville. Matty and I both work for Beach Haus. I do their PR, he DJs there, and we both do a fantastic job of destroying ourselves until at least 4am most weekends. We both wanted to change for the better.
Further down the track, another chap I know challenged me to make it 100 days of detox with him. I accepted, on the condition I received three "pass outs". Why three? Roughly one for each month. Really? Because I already had three occasions lined up that I'd require them for. My girlfriends said I was setting myself up to fail because they doubted it was possible. I didn't understand why they thought it was so unrealistic, until I actually sat down and worked out just how much alcohol I drank.
On any given week I would consume an average of around 20-30 standard drinks. Mid-week my evenings consist of work events, social occasions, dinners, birthdays, catch-ups, and meetings. And if I have the odd night off, I think nothing of cracking open a bottle of wine or a cider and enjoying it at home. Add to that my weekend benders and you've got yourself the healthy little appetite of an alcoholic (I'm not really, but it sounds like it).
I don't drink destructively. I know this because I don't wake up wanting to slit my wrists or hating my life. I do, however, get angry with myself for wasting a whole morning sleeping! I don't get messy either, I should point that out. Okay I love to pretend the coffee tables at Beach Haus are my own private podiums, but I can still balance on their slippery 30cm surface which says a lot! (That I have incredible balance, perhaps?) I really just enjoy the taste of alcohol and the social element of drinking.
Anyway that said, last week my dear friend Liz sent me this for a laugh...
I don't smoke by the way! Ew!
Enter, detox...
It's Day 8 for me today and so far I've had just one Cosmopolitan and two Smirnoff Mules (at a music festival when I thought I was going to use a "pass out" but ended up deciding against it), a Bloody Mary (accidentally, because I actually asked for a Virgin Mary!) and a glass of Chandon (come on, it was a baby shower and even the mum-to-be had one in her hand!). We're still firming up the rules of the 100 Day Detox but I'm pretty sure if I donate $100 to our chosen charity (to be decided) then they don't count. That's what I'm sticking with anyway...
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