Year Of Living Sober

Yesterday was Day 49 of my Year Of Living Sober.

It was a Thursday.

No biggy. Every day is another day: I write, I eat, I exercise and, up until 49 days ago, I drink.

Well, I still drink, just nothing alcoholic. Not for another 316 days. That’s the deal. The deal I dealt myself. Because 49 days ago I committed to ‘A Year of Living Sober’.

In my fantasies of having an acronymical effect on the world, sometimes I imagine, one day, likeminded folk everywhere will politely turn down the offer of an alcoholic beverage with a simple declaration:

“No thanks, I’m taking a Yols.”

or

“No booze for me, I’m on a Yols.”

With the New Year just around the corner I’ve been thinking about how others might be gearing up to make a BIG CHANGE in 2012 with a New Year resolution relating to boozin’ a little (or a lot) less. But because it’s such early days with this blog I’m not expecting many people to commit to cutting back by proclaiming their choice to go 12 months of life hangover-free with any mention of a YOLS—not yet.

But maybe one day it will be cool to say:

“Pass the Champagne. Tomorrow I start my Yols!”

After all it is very easy to text message too.

YOLS.

My name is Ben and I’m a social experiment.

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Little Booze Joke 49:

Q. How many New Age gurus does it take to change a lightbulb?

A. None. The source of light is within.

It means ‘Year Of Living Sober’!