10 Weeks Alcohol-Free: A F***ing Revelation
10 weeks alcohol-free, Ten weeks. Seventy days. 1,680 hours. It’s not just a number—it’s a full-blown transformation. After over 40 years of hammering the booze, I made the call to bin it. Not just for a break, not just to ‘cut back’—but to properly, finally, tell alcohol to f*** off out of my life.
And you know what? Best decision I’ve ever made.
No More Cravings—Because I See Alcohol for What It Is
People bang on about how hard quitting is, about the cravings, the battle of willpower. I braced myself for a fight. But you know what? It never came. The moment I stopped seeing alcohol as something I ‘missed’ and started seeing it for what it is—a numbing agent, a thief of time, energy, and self-respect—it lost all power over me.
Alcohol never relaxed me. It f***ing sedated me. It never helped me ‘unwind’—it just dulled my senses and disconnected me from my own life. Now, I don’t need a drink to ‘take the edge off’ because I removed the thing that was putting me on edge in the first place.
My evenings aren’t planned around booze anymore. No more ‘rewarding’ myself with a pint after a ‘long day.’ Now, I live my evenings. I read books that make me think. I have real, deep conversations without my mind wandering to the next drink. I watch the sunset and see it, feel it. I cook proper meals, ones that fuel my body instead of just filling a void. I am present in my own f***ing life, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
The Physical Payoff: Weight Down, Energy Through the Roof
Physically? The changes are unreal. Over a stone and a half lost. Not from dieting, not from some militant gym routine—just from not poisoning myself and giving a s*** about what I put in my body.
Sleep? I sleep. No more 3 AM wake-ups with my heart pounding like a f***ing drum and my mouth drier than a camel’s arse. No more waking up feeling like I got hit by a truck. I sleep deep. I dream again. I wake up refreshed, not wrecked.
And the energy—I’m a different kind of person. No more dragging myself through the day propped up by caffeine and pure willpower. My body feels lighter, my mind clearer, my motivation through the roof. I walk more. I stretch. I do yoga (yes, yoga—who the f am I?). My body isn’t constantly recovering from self-inflicted damage anymore. It’s thriving.
Creativity Unlocked: Art, Photography, Cooking—LIFE
Since ditching the booze, my creativity has come roaring back. It’s like someone flicked a switch and suddenly, all the s*** I used to love doing has come back to me.
I’m back to painting—acrylic pours, mannequin art, just getting my hands covered in colour and losing myself in the process. It’s therapy, but in the best way.
Photography? I see the world differently. I’m noticing details, light, shadows, textures—things I never clocked when I was fogged up on alcohol.
And cooking. F*** me, cooking has become a whole new experience. As a trained chef, I’ve always loved food, but drinking dulled that passion. Now, I care. I experiment. I use fresh, real ingredients and make food that nourishes me instead of just filling a gap. No more late-night takeaways or eating for the sake of it. Food is fuel now, and I respect my body enough to give it the good stuff.
The Emotional & Mental Clarity is Next Level
Here’s the biggest shift: without alcohol, I have to feel my feelings. No numbing, no suppressing, no ‘I’ll deal with it tomorrow’—just raw, unfiltered reality. And f*** me, it’s powerful.
I meditate. I do Reiki. Meditation helps me quiet the noise in my head, keeping me centered instead of spiraling into old thought patterns. Reiki? That’s energy work that helps me reset, a way to keep my mind and body in sync. Both have been game-changers in keeping me focused, balanced, and tuned into who I am, without the haze of alcohol dulling everything down. I use visualization and quantum jumping (yes, proper out-there s***, but it works) to step into the best version of myself. And for the first time, I trust myself. I’m confident. I don’t second-guess my choices. I don’t look for validation in a pint glass.
I’m here. Fully, unapologetically, here.
No Limits, No Looking Back
Ten weeks ago, I didn’t know what life without alcohol would look like. Now 10 weeks alcohol-free later, I can’t imagine going back.
I’m not just sober—I’m free. I’m thriving. I’m creating, growing, healing. And I’m doing it with a clear head, a strong body, and a soul that feels alive.
I’ve redefined fun. Rewritten relaxation. Redefined connection. My relationships are deeper, my conversations richer, my sense of purpose stronger than ever.
So if you’re wondering whether life without alcohol is worth it? Let me tell you: it’s not just good. It’s f***ing incredible.
I’m not looking back. Only forward. Because what I’ve gained—peace, clarity, real f***ing joy—beats any temporary high a drink could ever give me. I wake up knowing exactly who I am, and that’s a feeling I’ll never trade again.
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