Day 6: ... the day I crumbled.

Day 6.

So even though days 3,4 and 5 were spent holidaying I was very proud of myself for not succumbing to:

1. Spa Treatments

2. Clothing or shopping of any kind (outside of food and cocktails)

3. Magazines….

But it was in this third category that on this day 6, I failed. Tim and I were at Cairns Airport which is surprising good with a few fun shops and eateries including the local product I have always loved about Cairns Airport: beer. Now usually if time permitted when I traveled to Cairns for work, I would customarily have a local bevy with some crisps before my flight. Because Tim and I had time on our side we decided to indulge in a couple which ultimately lead to my shopping demise. 

I am a Cadbury kid (“Glass and A Half”) at the best of times, but for some reason today hit me harder than usual. And as Tim dashed to the bathroom leaving me unsupervised in the newsagents I found myself at a crossroads. I wanted a Frankie magazine and there was no one to stop me in my somewhat irresponsible state. The long and short of it was that I bought it. I got the mag and felt so guilty I hardly looked at it the whole flight home. Tim even said to me when he saw it: “Are you allowed to have that?”

Was this supportive: Yes.

Was this helpful: No.

I started the blame game… Can I really only make it 6 days in? Why did I have that second beer that obviously clouded my good judgment? Why didn’t Tim make me take it back and confess to the newsagent lady that I’ve been a very bad girl and I’m not allowed any magazines because I’m trying to go without for a measly 100 days?!

But, I’ve decided to forgive myself and to move on with the resolve that I cannot consume alcohol (not all together! That is another 100 days for another time!) in the presence of anything that can be bought. If I do find myself in this situation, I must be supervised at all times. I simply cannot be left alone under this influence, as my defenses are too weak. The first thing I did though when we got home and I sulkily slumped on the couch was I turned to Frankie’s ‘30 Days’.

‘30 Days’ is a regular feature in Frankie and it was this feature that part inspired me to start my blog. For this month the 30 Days was to see if the author could go without drinking any booze.

The sad irony of this was not lost upon me.

Small comfort was the author Dan only got 5 days in before succumbing to embarrassingly drinking a Kahlua and Coke. At least Frankie is not the Kahlua and Coke of the magazine world… so it seems there’s hope for me yet.