Two weeks ago our local paper reported that families were starving in my home town. Some children were going to school with nothing more than a slice of bread or a couple of biscuits in their packed lunch boxes. A local church was asking for food donations to help out the desperate. I decided to tackle Ged-the-husband about it.
“Darling, we have to give up drinking wine on school nights.” I could see the fear in Ged’s eyes. I could see my fear in Ged’s eyes. The idea of not sharing a bottle of wine over dinner every night was very scary. We were having this discussion at 9.20am but the thought of not drinking wine that evening was making me desperate for an immediate shot of alcohol. Did that mean I was an alcoholic? Probably.
“Think of the benefits Ged. We’ll be slimmer, healthier, our skin will glow, we won’t get wrinkles, we’ll have boundless energy . . .” I believed some of it but not all. I’ve spent years convincing myself that the wine I drink cuts through all the fat I eat and sort of breaks it down so I can wee it out, no harm done.
For the first two days of our abstinence I could think of little else other than my neeeed for a glass of wine. I don’t know if it was physical or psychological but the craving was impossible to ignore. But we did it and this is what five days of no wine bought – yes, a whole bootful of food. That’s only £25.
Two weeks down the line we are still waiting for the boundless energy and glowing skin etc but I’m sure it will come, all in good time.