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Just like Fast Food
I think it's common to ask someone who's quit drinking if they miss the taste of alcohol. I've gotten that one a few times. I was just walking past a liquor store yesterday and saw a brand of beer I used to drink. I was drinking whiskey when I was abusing alcohol, and even after I gave up all drinking, I had beer in my downstairs fridge which went untouched, until, slowly, friends would ask for one. The last beer was used to make corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick's Day, and I never restocked.
The beer I saw in the window was one of my favorites and, for a brief moment, I remembered exactly how it taste, how much I enjoyed it, and the flavor. There was a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon I used to get every Christmas and I remember missing it this last year as I dove into my prime rib meal.
Funny, I really don't miss the flavor of whiskey at all.
Yes, I do occasionally miss the flavor of certain favorite, non-abused liquors, but I look at them a lot differently now. I remember loving the flavor of a fresh made Big Mac when I was younger. It was simple, but delicious, and I would order one of the calorie bombs with extra onions, ensuring it was made fresh (and I like onions). I can't remember the last time I had one. Years ago, probably over 5 years at least. As I have gotten older, I just can't eat that stuff anymore. My digestive system can't take it.
The local grocery store makes a potato salad I love. It's fantastic, but whenever I eat it, I balloon up like the Hindenburg. Do I miss having it? Damn right I do, but the consequences of me eating it are enough to keep me walking past the deli counter every time. Now imagine, instead of gas, I get belligerent, sleepy, angry, slurry, and scary (and a bit gassy too).
I miss the flavor, but that's the only thing I miss.
The beer I saw in the window was one of my favorites and, for a brief moment, I remembered exactly how it taste, how much I enjoyed it, and the flavor. There was a nice bottle of cabernet sauvignon I used to get every Christmas and I remember missing it this last year as I dove into my prime rib meal.
Funny, I really don't miss the flavor of whiskey at all.
Yes, I do occasionally miss the flavor of certain favorite, non-abused liquors, but I look at them a lot differently now. I remember loving the flavor of a fresh made Big Mac when I was younger. It was simple, but delicious, and I would order one of the calorie bombs with extra onions, ensuring it was made fresh (and I like onions). I can't remember the last time I had one. Years ago, probably over 5 years at least. As I have gotten older, I just can't eat that stuff anymore. My digestive system can't take it.
The local grocery store makes a potato salad I love. It's fantastic, but whenever I eat it, I balloon up like the Hindenburg. Do I miss having it? Damn right I do, but the consequences of me eating it are enough to keep me walking past the deli counter every time. Now imagine, instead of gas, I get belligerent, sleepy, angry, slurry, and scary (and a bit gassy too).
I miss the flavor, but that's the only thing I miss.
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