Day 17 (I think) today. I've sort of stopped counting. Come 5 pm and I find I'm not even thinking about drinking. Whereas 3 weeks ago, I couldn't wait for 5 pm to have that first (dreadful) drink. I think I'm going to look back at all these past years and wonder why I ever did this to myself. But it is too late for regrets. What's done is done. And I'm doing so well now, that is all I'll grasp onto.