100 days of sobriety (also equals 100 days of celibacy)

So in the past couple of months i have dealt with a variety of dizzy spells and disorientations. My doctor recommended i let go of the bottle for a month. i did. i felt a little better, and after some blood tests, my electrolites and such improved. but it was recommended that i continue to stay on the sobriety train. so after fifteen more days, i got an implied challenge from friend josh. most people know him as pants, but he is currently riding 160 plus days without solid food. he has lost over 200 pounds and looks GREAT! i'm really proud of him. anyway, josh and i were talking. i was complaining about something, and he turns to me and says, "look schuh, when you have been off alcohol for a hundred days like i have been without food, then you can complain." thus the idea for 100 days of sobriety was born. what an idea, NO alcohol for 100 days. the last time that happened was years ago after i came down with a virus that kept me from walking. (a story for another time).

so here i am my 100th day of sobriety and i'm feeling great. do i sound like an alcoholic? well i certainly drank too much, but i think the issue was the fact that i was unable to maintain a balance of moderation and my body pretty much told me "that's it i'm shutting down." if you don't take care of your body it will do something about it. mine did. so in my off time from drinking i started exercising and eating better! what a fucking concept! so i feel better, though the dizzy spells still exist. MRI results showed i was normal(ish). no tumors and such. so what is my deal. i have done everything the doctors asked and well here i am still searching for an answer. damn i need a drink...

well the other biproduct is celibacy. now i'm not saying throw me a pity party, but the thing about not drinking and hanging out with people late into the evening you are aware of EVERY movement and word. you can't just cross off a one night stand to having too much cranberry juice. so i find myself overanalyzing words, movements and feelings. it doesn't leave much room for stupid lines and moves...

regardless, i feel okay with all of that. i have met some really nice women (which is hard to find in a college town) but nothing to write home about... yet. all in all i'm going to quietly celebrate this small feat with some sleep. alone. (pity party time!)