It hurts

It hurts...

It really hurts...

So it's 5pm on a holiday Monday. I'm sitting here with a glass of Red Bull in front of me, I'm tapping away at my computer. The desk is strewn with 75cl glass beer bottles. The waste paper bin is overflowing with cans of cider, and the floor is strewn with assorted two litre bottles emptied of whatever alcholic beverage they used to contain, and I ache...

I really, really ache.

Every inch of my body aches, it feels like every limb just wants to drop off, to detatch itself from my pathetic body. My head feels as if my brain is wanting to escape from the inside my skull. My stomach... it's begging me not to abuse it any more. This has to stop...

This really, really, absolutely has to stop.

Now.

So, what's the plan?

Step one. Start a blog documenting my progress... Check!

Step two... I need another Red Bull. Brb...

mmmm, sugar and caffeine!

I don't really know what the next step is. I've tried to stop drinking a few times before, and I've failed quite dramatically a few times before. Right now, I just want to get through today...

or what's left of it!

Right now, I'm going to rehydrate myself. I'm going to get a couple of pints of water down me, then I'm going to do something I haven't done in over a year, get on the bike.

I haven't ridden for a while, I've put on about two stone in weight since I last rode it and I was never exactly skinny before. I'm going to do at least 15 miles, it's going to hurt, maybe the pain from that will discract me from my drinking pains. That's the plan anyway. At least I'll feel like I've done something worthwhile today.

Tomorrow... I have to go into work. I've fallen behind on my work due to constant hangovers. I have to try and get back on track. Tomorrow is another day, I'm going to take each day as it comes!