With the start of the Easter holidays, and my third year of exams, I've decided to officially start my 'dry spell'. I'm showing zero tolerance to alcohol and no-platforming it from my life. Why now? Because I figured it's a better time than any. I need to smash out some revision and hangovers are not conducive to this, while none of my friends are around to go out anyway.
Years ago, I worked for a charity that was linked to a major chocolate manufacturer. One of the perks of the job was a staff shop, where chocolate was available at a considerable discount. I learnt very quickly that it was a very bad idea for me to go to the shop, because I didn't save money, I just bought more chocolate. And I ate it.
I'm a big one for calling them out every time they trot out something as interesting, insightful and revolutionary, which is actually common sense, no sense or nonsense. Then this study comes along, and it's reaffirmed my faith in statistics everywhere. If mathematicians and scientists could design their own porn, it'd be a naked somebody rolling around on findings just like this.
Every patient has a responsibility to safeguard their own health. There are a million ways to find out how to do this, but the NHS cannot enforce healthy living. Ultimately it is the responsibility of each individual. Ignoring the advice on weight, alcohol, smoking, and exercise is no longer an option. In order to continue providing a basic service, tough funding decisions have to be made. It is not only a small group of patients - drug users, alcoholics, whoever you deem it to be - who drain NHS resources; it is all of us by our actions every day.
Dry January was never really too daunting, given three-quarters of October, November and December all passed in a state of complete sobriety. My dirty little secret - drinking coca cola at parties and telling white lies by hinting I had already had enough that night - is well and truly and out. I'm as sober as a judge, people.