Somewhere between Christmas and New Year, amongst tins of Quality Street, empty bottles of prosecco and my Slimming World hopes and dreams being dashed out of the window, I made the decision to do Dry January.
Foolish decision; I’ll let you be the judge of that. Why you ask? No one, especially my boyfriend, really knows. But as the beginning of February draws in, and a new month (my birthday month) approaches, there are 3 reasons why I decided to do Dry Jan. I’m going to be bold and share them with you below, and hopefully one, if not all of these points will resonate with you.
1. As a Nation, We Drink Way too Much
Well okay, this is a very brash statement, but records show there were 339 thousand estimated admissions to hospitals across the UK related to alcohol consumption in 2015/16. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t like those statistics.
Even though I’m not a big drinker myself, committing to giving up the booze for January was a big feat; I’m quite partial to the odd gin and slimline tonic after a stressful day. I wanted to be mindful of my body moving into the new year, and start as I mean to go on by putting me, my body and mind first. And with my birthday coming up there will be so many evenings full of prosecco and cocktails, I just thought it would make me appreciate it that much more after cutting out the alcohol the month before.
2. I Needed a Clear Head
New year, new me? Fuck off. It was not about that, not even one tiny bit. I absolutely hate that phrase; without going off on one, why should you endeavour to create a new you as soon as January the 1st rolls around. The only time I ever want to hear that phrase pass anyone’s lips is if they’re a serial murderer, mmm’kay?
I needed a clear head in January for my relaunch; and if that’s not reason enough I don’t know what is. I’ve had so many late nights this month fuelled by coffee and matchsticks to keep my eyes open (yes, just like Tom & Jerry), alcohol just was not an option. I didn’t have the time to donate to nights out and drinks with friends this month, and to be honest I really didn’t want to lose the next day to Captain Hangover. Instead I opted for T-total dinners with friends and cosy date nights in, and Jon got me addicted to Mario Kart 8.
3. I Wanted to Say Something, and Stick to It
Now I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing I hate more than setting a resolution at the beginning of the year, and just not sticking to it. It makes me feel down on myself, and inevitably I start beating myself up about it. Well my new years resolution this year was to not set new years resolutions, instead, I’ve set goals. The first being sticking to Dry January.
I knew off the bat that there was going to be one hiccup; my brother’s 40th birthday party was the 20th of January. But instead of letting this throw me off course or encourage me to give up I just gave myself one evening off, just one evening. The very next morning I was back on the wagon, and continued on to where we are tonight, the 31st of the month. The endorphins I’ve currently got rushing through my veins is called pride ladies and gents – I am so proud of myself for saying something and sticking to it.
This is a mantra I am going to take forth with me into the rest of 2018.
Why drink if I don’t have to? But if you want to have a night off and have a drink, that’s okay too – don’t beat yourself up over unnecessary things.
I encourage you to set goals for this year like I have done, and stick to them. Allow yourself to be proud of yourself.
You don’t have to do Dry January, make it your own and good luck.
Now it’s time in our house, for a conscientiously wet February.