I quit alcohol for 2 months. Here’s what happened.
That’s been my battle cry for close to half a decade now. A battle that I’ve fought on miserable footing, leading to miserable results.
I’ve never been able to quit. I’ve tried, but either you do, or you don’t. Trying counts for nothing.
However, through a lucky combination of circumstances and renewed effort, I was able to go without the stuff for a while.
I was able to quit alcohol for two months, and have lived to tell the tale.
Quit alcohol, and lose a fuck-tonne of friends
If you’ve been drinking most of your adult life, a lot of your relationships will be based on alcohol. Friends made while partying. Friends stayed while partying.
Now it’s not like people will vanish the moment you stop downing shots. They stay.
See, half twerk-half bhangra on the latest Punjabi number is a LOT of fun after a few Jägerbombs.
Sober? Not so much.
For a sober person almost everything about that situation stops making sense. The music gets too loud, you get sleepy (I’ll get to that) and generally sit in a corner, unable to participate, while your friends wonder if there’s some personal catastrophe you’re going through.
Nothing about the situation is palatable. A couple of times trying to party after you quit alcohol, you quit partying instead.
In this busy-busy world, where you meet friends every once in a while, and that once in a while is put on steroids through alcohol in order to get the maximum juice out of it, you suddenly know all the characters but stop feeling the plot.
You don’t meet people, you lose touch and if you keep up at it long enough, you’re left with only the ones who you have enough mental common ground with.
There won’t be too many.
Quit alcohol, and lose a fuck-tonne of fat
Here’s one for the quit alcohol movement.
The very nature of alcohol makes it ideal for conversion into fat. Also, it’s a great way to ingest a lot many calories in a very short time. It also helps with consumption of commercially prepared food you’d have serious doubts about in a sober state.
Even if you drink every once in a while, that’s more calories than you burn off.
Hello double chin!
Once you quit alcohol, all those calories simply vanish. Even if you take refuge in a sugary soda to chill once in a while, there’s only so much you can have (I am assuming you’re not American).
Your body then starts shedding the excess slowly but steadily.
The last place my body loses fat is my face. Meeting a couple of lady friends after a while, I had enough compliments on the lines of “you’ve lost so much fat, you look like a college going boy”, for me to stay grinning for a week or so.
Quit alcohol, get better skin
I had enough transformation in this department that one year of sobriety could’ve left my face with a marble-like sheen.
The outer layer just smooth-ens out. They say it happens because alcohol dehydrates and the lack of it thus does the reverse. Which is good. It certainly looks good.
For a person like me who doesn’t care enough to even use face-wash (bar soap FTW), this is a not so sought after, but welcome benefit.
For those who spend serious moolah on face-stuff, it’ll be a revelation.
Coupled with fat loss, the great skin combines to deliver age reversal of sorts.
Drink and have the other person looking better, quit alcohol to do that to yourself. #LPT
Quit alcohol, get better sleep
Like how! I mean you sleep like the proverbial baby. Waking up in the morning with a surprising surge of happiness.
The happiness vanishes when you figure you’re still stuck in the subcontinent, but the restfulness remains. (If I’d have said India, some jackasses would’ve asked me to “go to Pakistan”. They can now shove it up.)
You feel really energetic all day, and drop off like an anchor once in bed. It’s like clockwork. And there’s nothing to screw with that clockwork cuz you’re giving partying over the weekend a miss any which way.
Quit alcohol and get that 8Hs. Feels SO amazing!
Quit alcohol, get better productivity
A hangover is a terrible thing. Not only did it screw with me on a physical level, it’d bash me in mentally. Depression, anxiety, a general lack of drive all came with the next morning. I’d languish in bed all day, reading about the latest political upheaval on the African subcontinent.
My hobbies, responsibilities and general levels of happiness suffered inexorably.
I quit alcohol and this whole scenario changed in a way nothing short of dramatic.
I’ve been trying to learn something that requires consistency. In those two months, I learned more of it than I did in nearly one year. I achieved more in a couple of days than I would do in a week. My workouts were better and my recovery from them was amazing.
I became a happy person who was engaged in a whole range of doing stuff. That in turn led to people appreciating me more which in turn led to a lot of happiness.
However, I am back and have been downing pints for more than a month now.
Maybe because the need to be social, to hang out with people I’ve been friends with for more than a decade is a stronger force. Maybe because sometimes rather than deal with the stresses of life, it’s just easier to use alcohol to drown them out.
Or may just cuz a glass of super chilled beer is just SO hard to say no to.
All said, I am very happy that I could quit alcohol for the short while that I did. It’s given me perspective on what could be. And what could be doesn’t look shabby at all!