I don't know how any of you, my dear American readers, were able to get sober here. It seems like every single store devotes at least 25% of their inventory to alcohol. The Mike's Hard Lemonade is right next to the Nestea Iced Tea, which is in the pasta aisle. I really feel like everywhere I turn there is more booze.
With two years of sobriety, I'm able to keep on walking. But back in the beginning, I fear I would have caved and fallen down more times than I can count, because even a benign trip to the grocery store would have provided ample opportunity for the 'I'll start tomorrow,' or 'I'll just have one.' logic game.In Canada it's fairly easy to cut yourself off from it - just stay out of the liquor store. Temptation removed.
I guess it's not really accurate or fair to say that about myself. I mean, there was booze in my house for ten months after I stopped drinking and I didn't drink it. After a while, I didn't even notice it was there. I developed a bit of a blind spot for it, I guess. I hope the same thing will happen here, with this. Because it's deeply unsettling to me to see all of those boxes piled to the ceiling. It would almost be as shocking to my system if there were pictures of naked women scattered all over the grocery store.
I will keep going. I won't drink. But hats off to all of you who managed to get through a simple grocery shop without cracking under the pressure.