Here we go, 2020! There’s something about this new year that has really inspired me already. It’s as though I’m literally being pushed forward into the ring, gloves on, ready to fight, by an incredible force of nature. I’ve had a wonderful life so far, don’t get me wrong, but as many other mothers of grown children might experience, there have been some significant changes since our 4-pack all became young adults with their own agendas that I guess I just wasn’t quite prepared for. Where’s the freakin manual for that sort of shit anyhow? That’s a topic for a future blog….
So who am I fighting? Well, it’s more of a question of what, not who. What I’ve decided is worth fighting for is my health and happiness; my sanity, dignity and inner peace. I’ve raised my kids, sacrificed (gratefully) more of my time, energy and sanity than I ever knew I was capable of. I can honestly say that I’m very proud – not just of my kids, but of myself and my husband, my rock & soulmate, Dave. But there’s something I’d like to change.
Let me tell ya a little bit about myself…
Besides being a mother & wife (27+ years!), I’ve been a certified Personal Trainer for the past 16 years. I eat healthy, balanced meals that I prepare at home at least 70% of the time. I’m very active on the daily – not just in my fitness profession, but with my own personal workouts and other activities. These include many outdoor adventures (hiking, biking, jogging) that I usually drag Dave along for. I don’t smoke or do drugs (ZERO meds!). But my biggest vice would have to be my love of beer! Not just any beer these days – Dave & I have become very fond of craft options. We make it a point to check out local breweries when we travel, or try different varieties on the menus of the bars and restaurants we visit. (Many of our bike ride adventures “might” have included some stops at Michigan microbreweries and wineries….) Fun times! But people that know me as a personal trainer are often surprised that I would imbibe in such caloric, alcoholic beverages. Secret’s out!
So… lately I’ve come to realize the rather significant role alcohol has played in our lives. This is partly due to the kind of people we’ve hung out with over the years. This goes way back to high school years (1980s – yikes!). Weekend kegger bashes were never too hard to find. And we were able to either purchase alcohol ourselves or ask an older sibling or “runner” outside the store to grab us something. We hung out at night in parks or drove around with open beer in the car (good grief!). And the funny thing is, if the cops caught us, they would just take our beer (oh man!) and tell us to go home. No real consequences….
Are we drinkin or are we leavin?
anonymous inlaws
Society has also influenced the notion that drinking is the norm, and the center around so many social activities. We drink to “celebrate” birthdays, holidays, graduations, promotions/new jobs, sporting events, etc. We also drink to temporarily “escape” our emotions & stress stemming from the loss of loved ones, jobs, divorces, finances, etc. If you run a 5K in Chicago (or many other cities), guess what you are likely to get at the finish line? An ice-cold brewski! (Which is usually followed by a trip to your cooler or a bar to celebrate some more!)
I first heard of the Dry January Challenge just before NYE’19. That was my “push” to embark on this journey with the hopes of learning something about myself, as well as resetting my own relationship with alcohol. With that being said, I believe that by taking some time away from it, I’m also expecting to see and feel some positive changes in my overall health. I’m not expecting miracles. I’m not doing this to “punish” myself for being a bad girl (especially over the recent holidays!) but to challenge myself to be a better version of myself.
Honestly, I don’t intend to give up alcohol for life, but I’m hoping this experience will help me to be more mindful of when & how much I imbibe in the future. Today is Day #8. So far it’s been a success! Stay tuned for my report on the first week as a Dry Janner!


















