[Editor’s note – I have tried to write posts that are not about the global pandemic. I can’t even try any more. The Covid has crept into every aspect of life.]
Every once in a while a friend will post a covid-related alcohol meme on Facebook and I think, “I have alcohol, right here, in my house. I could drink that alcohol.”
And why don’t I? I relaxed my carb restrictions, happily trading the immediate six pound gain for fewer grocery trips or deliveries. I’m stress-baking and stress-eating, so why on earth don’t I deal with stress the way the rest of the world does? I’ve got wine and hard liquor and mixers. I’ve got everything but maraschino cherries.
I suppose I’m not drinking because my current stress relievers are more convenient. Why climb the step-stool to get to the liquor when my fingernails are right here, ready to be chewed?
In the other hand, one plus in the alcohol column is that you can drink without physical evidence. Anyone can look at me and see I’m a stress-eater, whether it’s nibbling carbs or fingernails.
Sadly, I see those memes and think, “Tomorrow is the day I start drinking,” and then I never do. That’s why I am getting some flat Moscato out of the garage fridge and drinking a glass, right now, before 9 am. Cheers.