My treat was undoubtedly wine, more wine, and even some more wine if there was an occasion. Sometimes a meal was thrown in to make it look half way respectable but this was not obligatory. The problem was that 'something special' implies something that is not usual nor routine and my wine drinking had become both. It was no longer a treat, it was a necessity, and later a burden.
And Then:
I resurrected my love of cake, chocolate and biscuits and these were my new treats. Sweet treats in the evenings, desserts in restaurants and the odd binge on excessive chocolate just to show the world who was boss after a bad day. But then these foods became habitual, then regular until recently when my diet (as in what I was eating, certainly not a diet in the weight reducing sense) became based around these foods. Far from being a treat they were sabotaging my new booze free life. My mood went down as my weight went up and the 'fits me now' part of my wardrobe rapidly diminished.
I've since learnt that the addiction to alcohol may have gone but the addictive behaviour remains. All I need is to become addicted to something that is good for me. Suggestions welcome.
Now:
Having had a successful week void of sugar and refined carbs I needed a treat. Wine and chocolate were out. I was loathe to buy clothes in the next size up.
I bought daffodils.
Not one bunch but three.
They fulfil the requirements of a treat: I don't usually buy flowers, viewing them as something else I must look after and clear up after. They are a treat as they give me pleasure looking at their smiley heads cuddled together. I can imagine them giggling as I took the photo. They make me feel positive and optimistic. They are a bright sign that winter is ending.
I wonder what would happen if I bought flowers every week? Then twice a week. Then every day. What if I became addicted to having flowers around my home? What then?
