Beating the binge

Blog 4: Becoming Bond. Ish.

I was ticking off the days and weeks till I could drink again fully aware that time was half the battle. I still had to start training to accomplish the tasks I'd set myself so I could become faster, sleeker, smarter.... look, I basically wanted to be a bit of a Bond-esque character alright!

I'd started press-ups at home and chin-ups at the local park and was jogging, not too often, but enough to remind me I'd been a smoker for a long time.

With quitting drinking and smoking I gained back a lot of time. Suddenly weekends were free and I was realising I didn't really do much with my time. Normally I'd be drunk/hungover, physical states great at eating up time and giving excuses for any eventuality. “Hey, I only said those things because I was drunk” to “am sorry I cannot really make it out to the recital, I had a heavy night”.  Now both were gone I had to fend for myself, feeling exposed it seemed befitting it would be then that I got the new , like many before me it was my time...

I was gonna get an allotment!

I'd bought a flat in the fair city of Bristol and liked the idea of food cultivation, it felt right as an Englishman to bring back some of the old ways, you know, growing stuff rather than buying everything from one of two super-chains.

Can't say I was entirely convinced sticking to no drink was making my life better.  I was missing out on nights out, the laughs, the women and was going to fuck about down an allotment surrounded by people at a minimum 30 years older than me. 

One of the reasons I wanted to clean up my act was to get myself a good woman.  An allotment felt like the wrong direction to be taking but then the kind of women I wanted would be into that sort of thing: I wanted the intelligent brunette sitting in a quiet cafe reading her book, good job, interesting, got her own life she'd want to share with me, someone to compliment me, sexy stunning, a body to die for and under the covers a naughty slut...

By imagining a women who was into being more green my allotment didn't seem to be such a bad move (power of suggestion huh!).  While I was saying yes to this new venture I was training, getting up to 10 chin-ups and around 50 press-ups, jogging was starting to get easier as my lungs were clearing or expanding, one or both of these. It was also quite an eye-opener how unhealthy I had become. Natural selection should have picked me off ages ago!

Still I was on the mend, whatever happened I had to see this through, even if it was indeed heading in a strange direction.

If there is one thing I want you to take away from reading this post it's that drink avoidance can lead to allotment ownership. You have been warned!