I'm still awake quite later than I should be, but I haven't had a single beer tonight either.
And it's sad that that says as much as it does. But I know that I drink too much and that I should at least cut back even though I don't drink nearly as much as plenty of people.
It's one of the things that keeps helping me hold myself back.
I'm not convinced I need to give up drinking altogether, but perhaps at least for a time I should. I've tried cutting back, and that just never seems to work. I'll sometimes even think that I am, but then I look back at the recycling pile growing next to the trash can and realize nothing has changed.
But I don't want to quit. There's that thing right there, and along with it comes even more justification.
I'm about to go to bed, and I will have gone an entire day without a beer. I'll feel better in the morning while at work and hopefully will have a good soccer practice. I'd like to think now that I can go another day without a beer, but the random aches of my post soccer practice evening will make it difficult. Maybe I'll drink a beer, and maybe I'll try again Saturday.