I worked for a long time on developing a major problem with alcohol. I finally got on the wagon in February of 2014, and stayed on until Jnauary 2017, when my wife asked me for a divorce.
Within days, I was plastered again, and mostly stayed that way throughout 2017, with a few stints (weeks) at getting back on that wagon, but they didn't stick.
Throughout this time depression and suicidal ideation were my constant compaions. I kept thinking about everything I'd lost, and drowning my pain in cheap vodka.
Then, on January 15, 2018, I came to on my floor, wishing I hadn't. I finished the last bit of booze I had left in my apartment, and phoned a private rehab clinic.
A $300 cab ride later, and I was in. I learned a lot there, and I've been sober ever since.
Eating pizza and drinking every day doesn't make for a good physique, and I packed on a bunch of weight in 2017. My last Saturday in rehab, the nurse weighed me in at 213lbs.
In rehab, they tell you to put as much effort into sobriety as you did into drinking, so I did.
I signed up for a membership at a spin studio, and I go almost every day at 6am. I love it.
I also have a gym in the office building I work in, and I put in weight training every weekday at lunchtime.
CICO has been a huge help; I am religious about keeping track of everything during the week, but I cheat so much on the weekends. That is why it's taken me so long to lose these 37-and-counting pounds.
During the week, I don't eat until after the gym, and I have a protein shake. 500kcals and 100g of protein. Then whatever – within reason – for dinner.
It's been a lot of work, but it's been worth it. As I obtain more sober time, and work on myself, I am finally starting to feel like I might be dateable. I even managed to go on a date last week – my first since I split with my ex!
Thank you for reading. I come here all the time. You guys are awesome.
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