Exactly one year ago, I had my last alcoholic drink to date. I don’t remember exactly what it was. A few days later, I thought: what if I stopped drinking alcohol for good?
I didn’t have any specific reasons. Like many others, I might have a drink or two at a party. I never particularly enjoyed alcohol, except maybe Moscatel from Setúbal. Once, on a hike up Seceda in the Dolomites, a beer paired well with an apple strudel.
The main context where alcohol appeared in my life was grabbing one or two ciders or beers with colleagues after work.
Beer gives you an excuse to slip into a conversation circle and something to fidget with—the label on the bottle.
But I started noticing that beyond that, alcohol had zero utility. The conversations flowed just as well without it. The jokes were just as funny.
The downside was clear: alcohol wrecked my sleep. Every time I had a beer after work, I would wake up exhausted the next morning, and it disrupted the whole week.
And let’s be honest: one beer doesn’t take long to drink. So you either get a second one (which wrecks sleep even worse) or switch to a Coke (too fizzy, too sweet, and has caffeine).
The common advice is to drink less, or less often. But if you do drink, that’s hard to stick to because of social pressure.
Not drinking at all, on the other hand, eliminates the problem entirely.
So how did this year go?
I really recommend stopping drinking completely. The effort required is tiny, and the benefits are huge. For me, it took very little psychological energy to stick with it. Plus, having stuck with it gives me a little bragging material (like this post!).