Jeez, that month went quickly - QUT called me again yesterday to check up on how much alcomohol I have been ingesting.
Bit of a non story there because its less than I was drinking when I was writing a tender (which probably wasn't much anyway) but I haven't given up completely either. And I don't really want to.
They're going to call me again in another month and I suspect the story will be much the same, however I will be entitled to a $50 Myer voucher, and mumma needs a brand new bra, so I will be talking to them.
I am thinking I might go back to the other blog I write because writing about drinking when I am not Bukowski, is really not that interesting for anyone.
If you disagree, I would love to hear your thoughts.
Wednesday 25 July 2012
Tuesday 3 July 2012
a week past
Hello!
I think the last time I posted was about a week ago, and the person from QUT was going to call me the following day to talk about how much I drink.
Turns out I'm not so bad - there were lots of questions around how many times in the last 3 months have I missed work due to drinking = 0, how many times I have been unable to fulfil obligations due to drinking = 0, how many times in the last few months have I blacked out, caused or been in an accident, burned myself, fallen over etc etc etc = 0
In the end we ascertained that I just wanted to keep an eye on what I drink - the weekend saw me having about 20 units of alcohol - that is from Thursday evening to Sunday (well Saturday night because Sunday was alcohol free)
Anyway, they just really want to know if this web based tracking tool they have is actually working in making people think about what they drink and how often. It does. I find its been easier to refuse a glass of wine if I know I have to record it the next day - I have set myself a 2 per day limit, but mostly I either don't drink at all or I have 3 or 4. Interesting.
I have been trying to run or walk briskly each evening, which is easier to stomach when I know I can watch an episode of Underbelly: Tale of Two Cities (or tale of loads of titties, as it might be called) - that shit will keep me on the treadmill for at least an hour.
It's dark and cold when I leave for work each morning at the moment and dark and cold when I return home each night, which makes exercie doubly unappealing. Also, not having a dog in my life since Flipper committed suicide under the posties truck last year has really put a dent in my incidental exercise routine - dogs make you walk, no matter the weather, because 30 minutes out of your day in the dark and rain is well worth missing out on the behaviour of an agitated bull terrier Basset hound cross.
I gotta go, beautiful men are looking at me
I think the last time I posted was about a week ago, and the person from QUT was going to call me the following day to talk about how much I drink.
Turns out I'm not so bad - there were lots of questions around how many times in the last 3 months have I missed work due to drinking = 0, how many times I have been unable to fulfil obligations due to drinking = 0, how many times in the last few months have I blacked out, caused or been in an accident, burned myself, fallen over etc etc etc = 0
In the end we ascertained that I just wanted to keep an eye on what I drink - the weekend saw me having about 20 units of alcohol - that is from Thursday evening to Sunday (well Saturday night because Sunday was alcohol free)
Anyway, they just really want to know if this web based tracking tool they have is actually working in making people think about what they drink and how often. It does. I find its been easier to refuse a glass of wine if I know I have to record it the next day - I have set myself a 2 per day limit, but mostly I either don't drink at all or I have 3 or 4. Interesting.
I have been trying to run or walk briskly each evening, which is easier to stomach when I know I can watch an episode of Underbelly: Tale of Two Cities (or tale of loads of titties, as it might be called) - that shit will keep me on the treadmill for at least an hour.
It's dark and cold when I leave for work each morning at the moment and dark and cold when I return home each night, which makes exercie doubly unappealing. Also, not having a dog in my life since Flipper committed suicide under the posties truck last year has really put a dent in my incidental exercise routine - dogs make you walk, no matter the weather, because 30 minutes out of your day in the dark and rain is well worth missing out on the behaviour of an agitated bull terrier Basset hound cross.
I gotta go, beautiful men are looking at me
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