Day 2558
Seven years of quit!
My dad fell and broke his hip a couple weeks ago. The poor guy is still in the hospital doing physical therapy after the surgery that he had on Christmas Eve. Needless to say I have been making several trips two hours each way to my old hometown to stop in and see him and make sure my mom is doing okay at home alone. I moved away 35 years ago and when I do go back to visit I don't usually go anyplace except my parents' house or maybe a nearby restaurant. They live out in the country so I haven't really driven thru the actual town in 35 years. The hospital that my dad is staying in is right in the heart of downtown. So, I have been driving in several times a week and traveling thru areas I have not seen in decades. Why am I telling you this?
I am telling you this to reiterate how important it is to change your habits and remember your triggers. I am one of those guys that is set in my ways. I am not a huge fan of change. I still listen to pretty much the same music that I listened to 35 years ago. Hank Williams Jr's albums from the 70's and 80's are pretty much the soundtrack to my life. So, as I am rolling thru neighborhoods that I haven't seen in forever, my truck stereo is cranking out classics like, "Feeling' Better, The New South, I've Got Rights, Now I Know How George Feels, etc." At some point while I'm driving thru the avenues I realize that my mouth is actually watering. Holy Shit!
I've been quit seven years and my addict brain (that I haven't heard from in years) seemed to recognize it's surroundings and tried to take of advantage of the situation. Can you believe that shit? That is the power of addiction and triggers. After seven years of glorious quit, that nasty bitch popped up out of nowhere. She didn't even dent my resolve. In fact, I actually laughed out loud in my truck all by myself. I cranked up the volume and smiled. Not today, bitch. Not today.
If you are new to your quit, do not underestimate your addiction triggers. The triggers are just as real and just as dangerous as your addiction.
My dad's doing fine. He's in his mid eighties and he doesn't have a lot of years left. But, it's going to take more than a broken hip to do him in.
Stay frosty, and stay quit.