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.
When I speak to people about my sobriety, they imagine either that I am fighting a constant battle against temptation or that I no longer have any thoughts about drinking at all. The reality is somewhere in between. The best way to describe it is through the metaphor of something most of us can relate to - a relationship with an ex-partner, from the initial meet, to the aftermath of the break-up.
Our single stated aim when it came to curing the world of smoking was to effectively put ourselves out of business - by curing all the smokers in the world. To really achieve our aim we do need governments to engage with us. With one eye on their treasury coffers one wonders whether there's a government out there genuinely interested in eradicating addiction.
I firmly believe we tie ourselves down by saying Never again. Surely better to ask ourselves why we did what we did. So often, we deny ourselves of letting ourselves off the hook, so to speak. I regularly ask my clients to ask themselves good questions. Invariably, good questions elicit good responses.