Day 7

Yesterday was a beautiful day: about 70 degrees, no wind, sun. Everyone was on porches and sitting outside restaurants and bars and there was that weekend feeling everywhere.  I had a really great day because it was my first Friday off in a while; one of my jobs ended for the summer and for the next month I'll have three-day weekends (woo-hoo)!  As I was driving home from doing errands, I watched at a stoplight as a woman seated outside a bar was served some kind of tall wheat beer with a lemon.  In case you were wondering, all of the above description to me equals one thing: beer.  (Just one.  Just one beer consumed outside).  The thrilling it's-almost-summer-and-also-the-weekend feeling requires a celebratory beverage in my world.  Poland Springs just doesn't cut it.   

I did not drink a beer.  Instead, R and I walked into the square near our house and ate a place that doesn't serve alcohol.  It was fine.  The craving went away and I didn't think about alcohol for the rest of the night.  I am quite aware, however, of the eight days remaining in my beer-free world.  It's beer that is important to me (you may have noticed).  I could give or take the other forms of alcohol.

I will also have to forgo beer when I give up wheat.  I just thought of that.