// No panacea…//

When I started my quest to significantly moderate my drinking, I did so largely out of a sense that I was wasting my life by getting shitfaced on a nightly basis, ruining my health and my family life in the process. Underlying that effort, then, was at least a subconscious conviction that using alcohol in moderation would cure all that ails me.

No such luck.

While my health has definitely improved, there really is no cure for the passage of time, and I’ve got to deal with the fact that some aspects of my health - my athleticism, the simple sensation of waking up pain-free – are simply gone forever.

And the passage of time has an irrevocable impact on family life as well. Gone is the simplicity of interacting with my young children - say hello to the complexity and daily turmoil of teenagers.

Shit. It seemed like such a simple plan. Drink less, be happier.

Well, I’m drinking less anyway…