Here is my story.
In August of 2008 I moved in with a girl and immediately I knew I shouldn't have. I hated my job, hated my relationship, everything was going to hell. Like many people I gave into the alcohol. Eventually my relationship ended and I didn't have to hide my problem from anyone, I now lived alone. Over the next 5 years I drank between 12-20 beer every night. I would get blackout drunk and I'd wake up fucked right up and I'd go off to work.
The place I lived in became a garbage dump because I didn't care about anything but drinking. I was eating processed foods and I was gaining weight at a very rapid pace. There were a few a few warning signs that should've woken me up but it didn't. One morning the police busted my door off it's hinges because I was late on my rent and my landlords thought I was dead. I had locked the door as well as used the chain lock, thus them busting it down. My landlords knew I had a problem so that is why they thought I had killed myself. I talked my way out of help, paid the rent and continued my ways.
Another situation was when I realized I lost all my savings and I resorted to rolling dimes and nickels to afford the beer. That was a sad feeling but I needed the beer. I had quit my job about 6 months before.
In September of 2013 I woke up one morning and decided I had to change.
I have not had a drink since. I lost well over 150 lbs and I'm in really good shape now. I didn't get any help from so-called professionals, I read books and learned along the way. I never had any weird things happen to me from just quitting cold turkey. I knew I was going to die if I didn't change so I went into with that mindset. I never gave into lingering feelings of wanting to drink because there were none. Alcohol was my enemy and every day away from it I became more angry at my old self. I was hard headed about change that if there were side effects I just ignored them.
Today I don't even think about drinking. I do think about those five years but it doesn't upset me at all. I'm in the best place I've ever been in my life right now. I did it alone because I had no choice. My health was so bad, I weighed well over 300 lbs and I was depressed. I would go to sleep and think about killing myself. I would think about killing myself all day until I got that beer in my hand. I then felt happy and in control. When I had my last beer I would get depressed again and want to kill myself.
For any of you reading this that might have a problem I will tell you this. You have to want to quit in order to truly do it. You can't go into it half-assed because it won't work. I am living proof that you can be rock bottom and you alone can pull yourself back to your feet. In just over two years I broke a terrible habit and my body recovered through hard work.
It's funny how much you can change in just a little bit of time. I went from needing that fix every night like it was the only thing that mattered to me,now wanting to get my body fat down to 7% or lower and maintaining at least being 185 lbs. I'm about 6-8 months of hard work away from that.
