I opened a red blend last Saturday, poured maybe two fingers, and never went back. It is still sitting there. That used to be unheard of in my house.
Empty nest, new walking routine, cooking for two instead of four, and somewhere in there my after-dinner ritual changed. I thought the glass was helping me unwind.
Lately it just makes me sleepy and then hungry for crackers. Last night I made ginger tea and walked the block while it steeped. Weirdly satisfying.
I’m not making a big sobriety declaration, and I’m not tracking every drink. I just don’t want the second glass anymore.
Since I started paying attention to hunger and sleep on this journey, alcohol feels loud in a way I don’t need. Anyone else have a drink habit quietly lose its grip while everything else was shifting?