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Post by Ridiculously Dull Bobby on Apr 23, 2024 11:34:01 GMT
My problems with alcohol started as self-medicating. I’m scared to death that my kids would try it similarly, the chances of which go WAY down if they don’t grow up around it. Far different from when I was younger and my mom would ply me with alcohol trying to get me to open up about things. Plus, I talk to my kids about the mistakes of my youth all the time — probably too much. To pallister ‘s point, alcohol was ubiquitous where and when I grew up. Going to the bar was the only social activity everyone could agree on. Or going to the game and getting shitfaced in the parking lot beforehand. It was attached at the hip to literally everything we did. I’d never want my kids to grow up that way. They’ve seen what their cousins are going through now with my brother (who also started with self-medicating) and they want no part of it. I really don’t see that changing when they leave the nest.
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Post by pallister on Apr 23, 2024 12:17:12 GMT
My problems with alcohol started as self-medicating. I’m scared to death that my kids would try it similarly, the chances of which go WAY down if they don’t grow up around it. Far different from when I was younger and my mom would ply me with alcohol trying to get me to open up about things. Plus, I talk to my kids about the mistakes of my youth all the time — probably too much. To pallister ‘s point, alcohol was ubiquitous where and when I grew up. Going to the bar was the only social activity everyone could agree on. Or going to the game and getting shitfaced in the parking lot beforehand. It was attached at the hip to literally everything we did. I’d never want my kids to grow up that way. They’ve seen what their cousins are going through now with my brother (who also started with self-medicating) and they want no part of it. I really don’t see that changing when they leave the nest. I know several people who struggled to quit drinking because they were afraid to lose their friends. Their social identity revolved around drinking with their buddies, and it's not easy for anyone to basically walk away from the only social life they've ever known. It's a scary proposition to know that if you quit doing something, even understanding how destructive it is, you have to figure out an entirely different approach to life.
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Post by Ridiculously Dull Bobby on Apr 25, 2024 23:53:19 GMT
I got my first belt in taekwondo. Intense classes yesterday and today, plus a 6-mile run this morning trying to will myself into better shape for this weekend’s race.
I’m more sore now than I was after my last marathon.
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Post by doctorquant on Apr 26, 2024 0:25:54 GMT
It's a scary proposition to know that if you quit doing something, even understanding how destructive it is, you have to figure out an entirely different approach to life. I can only imagine. I think about going completely alcohol free and it's quite daunting to process how so many of the things I find pleasurable involve alcohol. Not central to the experience, mind you, but certainly there. Shooting the shit after a round of golf. Going to a baseball game. Watching the sunset from one of the boats. Sitting by a crackling campfire. It's really hard to imagine doing those things without a beer or a glass of wine. Mostly I think that's the case because I've never done them that way. Of late I've tried to make it a point to at least occasionally do those things without booze. Now I always drink O'Doul's after golf (and I don't drink at all when playing*). Monday night I sat in the cockpit of the big boat and listened to music, watched the mullet jump, and drank bottled water. It felt very weird. Doing a baseball game without a beer is going to be REALLY weird. *Time was, when I could really play, I never drank while playing. It became kind of a thing with some of my regulars, who'd sip it up. We'd actually negotiate handicaps based on how many beers I would agree to drink during a round. I'd give say 4 strokes if I was gonna have a beer or two (and this was specified) but 6 strokes if I played "dry". Once I went with the two-beer wager, then had 'em beat BAD before chugging two beers on the 18th tee.
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Post by dirtybird on Apr 26, 2024 3:31:16 GMT
I just know that the kids I knew in college, and from what I witnessed with my nieces and nephews, is that the kids who were more sheltered had bigger problems with alcohol. I'm always a bit fascinated by this. I went to school in a state that's pretty heavy into drinking. Parents were often drinking, letting kids have some, etc. It sure didn't seem to encourage particularly good behaviors. An odd part is it can just go a couple ways when it hits an underratedly difficult time. I was at a reunion with college folks (hooray student newspapers). We were at a hotel room at like 2:30 after closing down a bar. And we started talking about being freshmen. One woman pointed out, no one tells you how really, really lonely that year can be. You're making all the kinda friends. Maybe they'll be in your wedding. Maybe you'll hardly speak after you stop living down the hall. Some folks can try to fix that with sex, which can lead to a lot of empty feelings as well. It's a weird energy. And alcohol can either facilitate being less lonely (great social drug that it is) or you can kinda turn inward and just be drinking alone to feel better. And you just don't know which way that'll turn. (I never liked drinking without other folks around, and I suppose that's been pretty lucky in a way. Granted, my hangovers are a bitch and I'm a long way from at elast 4-7 drinks Thurs-Sat through my last couple years of college)
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Post by Whitman on Apr 29, 2024 12:36:19 GMT
I'm finally getting my calf - or whatever it is - checked out today. I don't care if they tell me I have to rest it for a year or whatever. I just want to know what the hell I injured, at this point, out of curiosity.
The exercise bike has been a godsend, though.
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Post by Ridiculously Dull Bobby on Apr 29, 2024 14:25:03 GMT
Good luck!
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Post by Whitman on Apr 29, 2024 19:09:43 GMT
Broken fibula.
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Post by pallister on Apr 29, 2024 19:14:25 GMT
Damn. Good luck resting and getting healed up.
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Post by btexpress on Apr 29, 2024 19:14:35 GMT
Too much pounding over time?
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Post by Whitman on Apr 29, 2024 19:20:21 GMT
Too much pounding over time? Nope. Just from the slip and fall twisting.
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Post by Ridiculously Dull Bobby on Apr 29, 2024 19:37:00 GMT
That’s kind of what it sounded like hearing you describe it. Didn’t want to jinx it, though.
Sucks. Here’s to a speedy recovery.
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Post by Whitman on Apr 29, 2024 20:03:25 GMT
That’s kind of what it sounded like hearing you describe it. Didn’t want to jinx it, though. Sucks. Here’s to a speedy recovery. I think I'm kind of glad that it wasn't a soft-tissue injury after all, because it made little sense to me that it wasn't healing the way it should be. It was also not bright for me, in hindsight, to try to run through it after a couple weeks when it was feeling better. But I really just figured it was a mild muscle sprain.
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Post by dirtybird on Apr 29, 2024 22:28:54 GMT
Well ... that does explain why it was giving you so much trouble.
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Post by Whitman on Apr 30, 2024 11:03:58 GMT
It’s going to be strange basically starting from scratch in the summer, when I’m finally able to run again. I’m just grateful to know what was going on this whole time. I should have gone on sooner, although I’m not sure the result would be any different than it is.
I’m angry at myself for being so wreckless, though.
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