The Sobriety Diaries: What I learned in one month without alcohol

In early May, a ‘normal Irish drinker’ undertook a minor social experiment: to give up drink for a month and write about it. Now it’s over. So is she getting drunk tonight?

Feeling good: Anne Marie Hourihane has discovered  that, despite evidence to the contrary, drinking alcohol isn’t compulsory. Photograph: Alan Betson

Feeling good: Anne Marie Hourihane has discovered that, despite evidence to the contrary, drinking alcohol isn’t compulsory. Photograph: Alan Betson

Sat, May 31, 2014, 01:00

When you give up a vice, even temporarily, you secretly think that both you and the world will be remade. It is disappointing to find that you are still the same idiot you always were.

But so it has proved, even after almost five weeks off the drink: the one-woman social experiment I have been writing about this past month. It is amazing how rude, late and downright dumb one can manage to be while sober.

I also feel that that the lack of drama has let people down slightly. Friends – even nondrinking friends – suggested a manufactured lapse, a little alcoholic slip, just for the sake of diversion. No, I don’t know how I ended up with these people either.

Strangers have approached me and asked eagerly, “So when do you miss it the most?” And I have felt slightly panicked, like a man whose wife has asked him to tell her what he loves most about her.

I won’t say that I made things up exactly, but the answers were surprising, even to me.

What I’ve missed most is not the drinking itself; it’s the looking forward to drinking. Worrying about giving up drinking was much worse than actually giving it up, and looking forward to drinking is a stronger pleasure than drinking itself.

It’s the “relief drink” I have missed the most. The drink you have when a long day is over. When you shut the front door behind the last of your guests. Or when you arrive at a destination after a frantic morning and traffic diversions and a mad drive through a rain-soaked jam to deliver people to a restaurant. (I had a huge dessert instead.)

The whining inner monologue about what we deserve to consume, what we’ve earned the right to consume and what we’re going to be rewarded by consuming is one of dreariest aspects of giving up drinking. And of continuing to drink.

The truth is that nobody cares if you’ve worked really hard this week, run the school sale of work or celebrated your birthday. Just drink or don’t drink, and leave the excuses out of it. Only in a culture emotionally dominated by the threat of deprivation would adults witter on about how we deserve to drink, or eat, or shop until we can hardly stand.

There’s no question that we’re a binge culture. We are very comfortable with excess , and I kind of like that.

It’s other people who make us worry. Like the medics at the University of Massachusetts medical school who this month defined an alcoholic binge as anything over four glasses of wine for women, and five glasses of wine for men. This level of consumption triggers an immune response in the drinker, they said. It causes the gut of the drinker to leak.

But Irish guts, like the Irish water system, can leak away in silence; we’re more worried about the new definition of an alcoholic binge. With luck those researchers never come to Ireland, because we would break their measuring system.

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