So I did Dry July.
It was horrible and wonderful in equal measures.
I went to an engagement party, 3 farewells, a birthday, Halfway Crooks, and my own work farewell without so much as a cheeky nip.
(I smoked heaps of crystal meth though. Not really. However, I did order a steak with a red wine jus one night.)
Going out sans-booze isn’t that different from going out with booze, except that time slows inexplicably and you will have finished everything you want to do in a night after about an hour.
I became pretty productive.
I lost 4kg.
I got a new job (may or may not be related to Dry July.)
I did heaps of yoga and bought various seeds and juices and vitamins and am thinking about purchasing some incense because I have all this extra money I didn’t spend on ten beers and I don’t know what to do with it.
How to do Dry July:
- Accept the fact that it’s okay to hang out at a bar without drinking ten beers.
- Know that most people won’t try to pressure you too much into drinking, unless they are a dickhead.
- If your boyf or girlf is prepared to do it with you, it’s ten times easier.
- Don’t drink.
I celebrated the end of Dry July by getting hammered at Splendour in the Grass. It was fun, but after a point each day, I decided to switch to water. Normally I would just drink through that. The mornings afterwards, I wasn’t too hungover, but felt generally shakey and unwell. The best way I can describe it is to say that I felt vaguely poisoned, which is probably not an inaccurate way to talk about alcohol.
Will I do it again?
Probably. Maybe not a month-long stint like Dry July, but I definitely do not intend to resume my mid-week sessions any time soon. I think that drinking a lot/often is like wearing underpants that are too tight. Sometimes you don’t realise how much they’re hurting you until you take them off and surely you can’t have put on that much weight since uni and why are you even wearing the same underwear as then?