I didn't drink today. Sorry, you can keep scrolling... I just had to tell someone. I was really tempted to...

I didn't drink today. Sorry, you can keep scrolling... I just had to tell someone. I was really tempted to, but I didn't.

I am proud of you user. Keep up the good work It is worth it

Congrats user, keep up the hard work.

Just don't drink again that shit can ruin your life

Win

Congrats user. I have stayed sober 4 out of the last five days and I'm a daily drinker for 20+ years. Good luck.

hey good job man, keep it up. I know its hard but you can do it

OP you look like my fucking brother.

211 is shit, you must be a real loser

Congrats.

I had six beers last year, this year 12. Since april have not had any. My other major addiction was gambling, but haven't gambled in over a year.

sage?

you guys are alright

Are you on Alaskan Bush People?

>you must be a real loser

you got that straight

drank like a 12 pack of beer today and am just toking on some dank bud about to fap

Good for you. I'm proud actually

Good job. I'm only doing a 12 pack tonight so not as bad!!

nice trips

old pic, move along summerfags.

congrats dude. keep on trucking

keep it up man

ancient romans had computers man

nice job man , for me its been 6 weeks . keep going .

good job mate, i may need to quit myself too

Op never said the pic was him/his, nice try newfag

Well done op we're proud

3 Weeks tomorrow for me :) after going a few days in a row drinking a half gallon a day i decided i really needed to stop, the crankiness and the sleeplessness have faded this week its actually really nice i'm starting to feel normal again.

So much autism in this thread, it's oudstading.

Congrats, OP. You're going to be okay

Hell yeah man. I'm doin this thing were I don't dri k during the week and its been working pretty good. I get fri-sun and the last 2 sundays I've been too hungover to take it. Only drank 1 time during the week each week so far.

Lulz.

Boston AA’s take on itself is that it’s a benign anarchy, that any order to the thing is a function of Miracle. No regs, no musts, only love and support and the occasional humble suggestion born of shared experience. A non-authoritarian, dogma-free movement. Normally a gifted cynic, with a keen bullshit-antenna, Gately needed over a year to pinpoint the ways in which he feels like Boston AA really is actually sub-rosa dogmatic. You’re not supposed to pick up any sort of altering Substance, of course; that goes without saying; but the Fellowship’s official line is that if you do slip or drift or fuck up or forget and go Out There for a night and absorb a Substance and get all your Disease’s triggers pulled again they want you to know they not only invite but urge you to come on back to meetings as quickly as possible. They’re pretty sincere about this, since a lot of new people slip and slide a bit, total-abstinence-wise, in the beginning. Nobody’s supposed to judge you or snub you for slipping. Everybody’s here to help. Everybody knows that the returning slippee has punished himself enough just being Out There, and that it takes incredible desperation and humility to eat your pride and wobble back In and put the Substance down again after you’ve fucked up the first time and the Substance is calling to you all over again. There’s the sort of sincere compassion about fucking up that empathy makes possible, although some of the AAs will nod smugly when they find out the slippee didn’t take some of the basic suggestions. Even newcomers who can’t even start to quit yet and show up with suspicious flask-sized bulges in their coat pockets and list progressively to starboard as the meeting progresses are urged to keep coming, Hang In, stay, as long as they’re not too disruptive.

Inebriates are discouraged from driving themselves home after the Lord’s Prayer, but nobody’s going to wrestle your keys away. Boston AA stresses the utter autonomy of the individual member. Please say and do whatever you wish. Of course there are about a dozen basic suggestions, and of course people who cockily decide they don’t wish to abide by the basic suggestions are constantly going back Out There and then wobbling back in with their faces around their knees and confessing from the podium that they didn’t take the suggestions and have paid full price for their willful arrogance and have learned the hard way and but now they’re back, by God, and this time they’re going to follow the suggestions to the bloody letter just see if they don’t. Gately’s sponsor Francis (‘Ferocious Francis’) G., the Crocodile that Gately finally got up the juice to ask to be his sponsor, compares the totally optional basic suggestions in Boston AA to, say for instance if you’re going to jump out of an airplane, they ‘suggest’ you wear a parachute. But of course you do what you want. Then he starts laughing until he’s coughing so bad he has to sit down.
The bitch of the thing is you have to want to. If you don’t want to do as you’re told — I mean as it’s suggested you do — it means that your own personal will is still in control, and Eugenio Martinez over at Ennet House never tires of pointing out that your personal will is the web your Disease sits and spins in, still. The will you call your own ceased to be yours as of who knows how many Substance-drenched years ago. It’s now shot through with the spidered fibrosis of your Disease. His own experience’s term for the Disease is: The Spider.139 You have to Starve The Spider: you have to surrender your will. This is why most people will Come In and Hang In only after their own entangled will has just about killed them.

You have to want to surrender your will to people who know how to Starve The Spider. You have to want to take the suggestions, want to abide by the traditions of anonymity, humility, surrender to the Group conscience. If you don’t obey, nobody will kick you out. They won’t have to. You’ll end up kicking yourself out, if you steer by your own sick will. This is maybe why just about everybody in the White Flag Group tries so hard to be so disgustingly humble, kind, helpful, tactful, cheerful, nonjudgmental, tidy, energetic, sanguine, modest, generous, fair, orderly, patient, tolerant, attentive, truthful. It isn’t like the Group makes them do it. It’s more like that the only people who end up able to hang for serious time in AA are the ones who willingly try to be these things. This is why, to the cynical newcomer or fresh Ennet House resident, serious AAs look like these weird combinations of Gandhi and Mr. Rogers with tattoos and enlarged livers and no teeth who used to beat wives and diddle daughters and now rhapsodize about their bowel movements. It’s all optional; do it or die.
So but like e.g. Gately puzzled for quite some time about why these AA meetings where nobody kept order seemed so orderly. No interrupting, fisticuffery, no heckled invectives, no poisonous gossip or beefs over the tray’s last Oreo. Where was the hard-ass Sergeant at Arms who enforced these principles they guaranteed would save your ass? Pat Montesian and Eugenio Martinez and Ferocious Francis the Crocodile wouldn’t answer Gately’s questions about where’s the enforcement. They just all smiled coy smiles and said to Keep Coming, an apothegm Gately found just as trite as ‘Easy Does It!’ ‘Live and Let Live!’

How do trite things get to be trite? Why is the truth usually not just un-but anti- interesting? Because every one of the seminal little mini-epiphanies you have in early AA is always polyesterishly banal, Gately admits to residents. He’ll tell how, as a resident, right after that one Harvard Square industrial-grunge post-punk, this guy whose name was Bernard but insisted on being called Plasmatron-7, right after old Plasmatron-7 drank nine bottles of NyQuil in the men’s upstairs head and pitched forward face-first into his instant spuds at supper and got discharged on the spot, and got fireman-carried by Calvin Thrust right out to Comm. Ave.’s Green Line T-stop, and Gately got moved up from the newest guys’ 5-Man room to take Plasmatron-7’s old bunk in the less-new guys’ 3-Man room, Gately had an epiphanic AA-related nocturnal dream he’ll be the first to admit was banally trite. In the dream Gately and row after row of totally average and non-unique U.S. citizens were kneeling on their knees on polyester cushions in a crummy low-rent church basement. The basement was your average low-rent church basement except for this dream-church’s basement walls were of like this weird thin clean clear glass. Everybody was kneeling on these cheap but comfortable cushions, and it was weird because nobody seemed to have any clear idea why they were all on their knees, and there was like no tier-boss or sergeant-at-arms-type figure around coercing them into kneeling, and yet there was this sense of some compelling unspoken reason why they were all kneeling. It was one of those dream things where it didn’t make sense but did.

And but then some lady over to Gately’s left got off her knees and all of a sudden stood up, just like to stretch, and the minute she stood up she was all of a sudden yanked backward with terrible force and sucked out through one of the clear glass walls of the basement, and Gately had winced to get ready for the sound of serious glass, but the glass wall didn’t shatter so much as just let the cartwheeling lady sort of melt right through, and healed back over where she’d melted through, and she was gone. Her cushion and then Gately notices a couple other polyester cushions in some of the rows here and there were empty. And it was then, as he was looking around, that Gately in his dream looked slowly up overhead at the ceiling’s exposed pipes and could now all of a sudden see, rotating slow and silent through the basement a meter above the different-shaped and -colored heads of the kneeling assembly, he could see a long plain hooked stick, like the crook of a giant shepherd, like the hook that appears from stage-left and drags bad acts out of tomato-range, moving slowly above them in French-curled circles, almost demurely, as if quietly scanning; and when a mild-faced guy in a cardigan happened to stand up and was hooked by the hooked stick and pulled ass-over-teakettle out through the soundless glass membrane Gately turned his big head as far as he could without leaving the cushion and could see, now, just outside the wall’s clean pane, trolling with the big stick, an extraordinarily snappily dressed and authoritative figure manipulating the giant shepherd’s crook with one hand and coolly examining the nails of his other hand from behind a mask that was simply the plain yellow smily-face circle that accompanied invitations to have a nice day.

The figure was so impressive and trustworthy and casually self-assured as to be both soothing and compelling. The authoritative figure radiated good cheer and abundant charm and limitless patience. It manipulated the big stick in the coolly purposeful way of the sort of angler who you know isn’t going to throw back anything he catches. The slow silent stick with the hook he held was what kept them all kneeling below the baroque little circumferences of its movement overhead.
One of Ennet House’s live-in Staffers’ rotating P.M. jobs is to be awake and on-call in the front office all night for Dream Duty — people in early recovery from Substances often get hit with real horror-show dreams, or else traumatically seductive Substance-dreams, and sometimes trite but important epiphanic dreams, and the Staffer on Dream Duty is required to be up doing paperwork or sit-ups or staring out the broad bay window in the front office downstairs, ready to make coffee and listen to the residents’ dreams and offer the odd practical upbeat Boston-AA-type insight into possible implications for the dreamer’s progress in recovery — but Gately had no need to clomp downstairs for a Staffer’s feedback on this one, since it was so powerfully, tritely obvious.

It had come clear to Gately that Boston AA had the planet’s most remorselessly hard-ass and efficient sergeant at arms. Gately lay there, overhanging all four sides of his bunk, his broad square forehead beaded with revelation: Boston AA’s Sergeant at Arms stood outside the orderly meeting halls, in that much-invoked Out There where exciting clubs full of good cheer throbbed gaily below lit signs with neon bottles endlessly pouring. AA’s patient enforcer was always and everywhere Out There: it stood casually checking its cuticles in the astringent fluorescence of pharmacies that took forged Talwin scrips for a hefty surcharge, in the onionlight through paper shades in the furnished rooms of strung-out nurses who financed their own cages’ maintenance with stolen pharmaceutical samples, in the isopropyl reek of the storefront offices of stooped old chain-smoking MD’s whose scrip-pads were always out and who needed only to hear ‘pain’ and see cash. In the home of a snot-strangled Canadian VIP and the office of an implacable Revere A.D.A. whose wife has opted for dentures at thirty-five. AA’s disciplinarian looked damn good and smelled even better and dressed to impress and his blank black-on-yellow smile never faltered as he sincerely urged you to have a nice day. Just one more last nice day. Just one.

-Infinite Jest

Good job
I drank today but not enough to get drunk. I'm trying to be a social drinker again

Good job dude. Im 3 and 1/2 weeks sober! Its not easy

>Well im drinking for you buddy.
>good job sport

You been drinking a lot prior to this? Might be a bad idea to quit cold turkey. Watch out for the withdrawals. Cheering for you, regardless. You got this.

I've been drinking for 8 years, solid 12 pack a day, and even more on weekends. Was able to quit in a day, is it really that hard for you people to stop drinking?

stopping is pretty easy.

it's avoiding starting again that is hard.

Withdrawal is for people who've been drinking well over their BAC and remain in a state of "sober" for years, and require it to survive, I'd say about 15+ years of getting shitfaced 24/7

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It's been 2 weeks for me, haven't noticed any negative difference. I've finally stopped shitting my pants and I feel more rested every morning.

Honestly, seen people go into delirium after just two weeks of heavy drinking. But they were relapsing alcoholics, most of them, so you're probably right. Still best be safe.

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Maybe it completely depends on the person. But I've never seen someone fresh into alcohol go into dt's after binge drinking after turning 21. I've been in the military, and people do that all the time.

medic?

Never understood why people quit. Are you such a looser that you cant live a day or 2 without a drink. Why do you let shit control your life to the point that you have to completely stop doing something you like or it will ruin your life.

I drink all the time when I feel like it. Never affected my drive to keep my job up and shit. I dont get people that have problems with alcohol to the point where they refuse to touch a drink. What exactly do you mean saying "Ive been X amount of days/weeks sober"? Were you at the point where you just woke up and drank? How is that not gross

Nobody wants to know about your alcoholism, pathetic faggots.

No, just partied with everybody the entire time I was in service. I was a POG though. Intel ftw

Messes with your gainz. I'll only drink on a cheat day now.

Congrats, you're a tool that should have died.

what the shit does that mean you faggot?

>REEEEEEEEEE
160 calories for a single beer? What do you think?

Do you even lift \b\ro!

I never worry about that. My body is always fit no matter what I eat/drink

Stick with it, don't be like me.
>fall down drunk for years
>ruined my life
>sober year &1/2
>went back out
>too ashamed to get help again
>life's in shambles
>probably gonna eat a bullet soon

Yall posting in the trips thread

me too OP. Going for 2 days

Losers

that young man has a drinking problem to address

crazy how thet idea that next time will be different never really goes away, huh?

Keep it up user! And I'll try yet again to stop smoking cigs

Yeah man, once you start thinking you got a handle on it, that's where you get into trouble. Stay grounded

I'm 4 days sober. I had trouble today. I pulled a bottle out of the cabinet and set it on the counter, and then put it back. I'm shooting for a week.

For some it is a disease

For now

good on you user

Go to a meeting, they know the struggles.

Do it you little bitch.

Love you too, brah

i'll pour myself a cold one in your honor.

Try this... go to the store and get a pack of those flavored seltzer waters (without sugar or anything, just water). When you really want to drink grab one of those and chug it down. It's not the same, of course, but it's cold and in a can and feels familiar.

AA is statistically as effective as doing it on your own

Also that god shit they always push is crap

What the difference between a bad hangover and withdrawels?

Sometimes I'll go on a weekend binge and come Monday ill get the following symptoms

Anxiety
Feels sad and unmotivated
No appetite
Dizziness
Random absurd thoughts
Vision plays tricks on me
Jaw clenching
Shitting yellow water

Then after a day or so I go back to normal.

Then at some point I'll go on another binge.

you speak of a dogma free society, yet you forget what you speak.

It all starts with staring off a bad hangover.

You wake up with anxiety and feel like shit.

So you take another drink, poof the hangover is gone, everything is fun again.

Then you repeat the process it's a super slippery slope.

Then you find yourself taking vodka shots instead of the regular morning coffee.

It's all about willing to go though a day or two of terrible hangovers.

Some of us just didn't have the power.

"Statistics"? Or retarded made up theory?

honestly I'm scared to even try to completely stop cold turkey. After watching videos of people who've had life threatening seizures and shit from alcohol withdrawal. I mean I don't drink a handle a day or anything, but I've been drinking a 12 pack (at least) every day for quite a while now

If it's servere drinking, withdrawals can kill you. You may need to detox for a while and they can give you shit to deal with it.

I don't and nobody else does. Die a fucking loser.

Such edge, mom must be getting concerned.