Saturday, February 10, 2007

Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired

Which ones? Hungry, not really. But I suddenly do want a whole boat load of sugar, because I had increased sugar intake for a couple of weeks and now I am cravey. It will pass.
Angry? nope.
Lonely? yes and no. I always want more attention than a person could ever need, but when it comes to actual invitations and real social occassions, I tend to pass, which leads me to the next item:
Tired: Yes. I am tired. I have a bit of insomnia, which is normal for me. But this bone-weary tiredness is not a bit normal for me. I hope to get restored this weekend.

These are things that a recovering alcoholic should avoid. Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired... its acronym is HALT, which is appropriate. We need to stop when we are getting too any of these.

I am heading out of here this morning for a 6:30 meeting, followed by a run. I was hoping to get a long run in this morning. But I was out too late last night and only got a few hours of sleep. I want to see how far I can run, but I don't want to push it. I am so grateful it is Saturday, I can come home and take a nice long winter's nap.

"When we developed still more, we discovered the best possible source of emotional stability to be God Himself. We found that dependence upon His perfect justice, forgiveness, and love was healthy, and that it would work where nothing else would." -- Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 116

14 comments:

Pam said...

A long winter nap sounds good to me today too. Take care of yourself this weekend...you've had a long week.

NMAMFQLMSH said...

Hungry = nope
Angry = a little
Lonely = yup
Tired - a little

I know what I need to do.
Love you MC.
JJ

recoveryroad said...

How long is a long run? Go on...scare me rigid!

Shannon said...

Good Morning!
Enjoy your run and nap, and I do hope you feel better

Big Sky Mack said...

Hungry - NO
Angry - NO
Lonely - NO
Tired - yes

Things I need to be aware of all the time. They can change like the time on a clock. Enjoy the nap.
FAEA

lushgurl said...

I love HALT... I was so used to ignoring these simplicities when I was still out there. Today I have to put ME first with HIS help so I can carry the message. HUGS to you MC

dAAve said...

Running
Empty,
So
Tired

recoveryroad said...

13.1 miles!? Have you considered taking a taxi instead? :-D

Noor Azman Othman GBE said...

Enjoy your Sunday.

Take care.

tkdjunkie said...

Thanks for the HALT reminder ... I needed that today. I should have stopped by sooner!

lash505 said...

Yes I know that feeling of being tired. I need sleep and so do you..

lash505 said...

MC I was checking to see if you were still up..Your probably dreaming about some cool new pink running shoe.

Patrick said...

Oh Pardon Me?

OH, pardon me, William Griffith Wilson,

That I am meek and gentle with these Buchmanites!

Thou art the ruins of the most evil man

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Hooray to the hand that gave you your first cigarette

Over thy wounds now do I gloat?

--- Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their nicotine stained lips,

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ---

A 12 Step curse shall light upon the minds of men;

AA fury and fierce Stepper strife

Shall cumber all the parts of the World;

Buchmanism and mind control shall be so in use

And 12 Step meetings so familiar

That the old timers shall but smile when they behold

Their "sponsees" programmed with Wilson's Big Book

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:

And Wilson's spirit, ranging for revenge,

With Smith by his side come hot from hell,

Shall in these confines with an Oxford Group voice

Cry 'Meetings! Meetings! Meetings' and let slip the dogs of war,

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

As I watched 12th Steppers, groaning for burial.

MICKY said...

Have you tried fishing? Not your common or gardening angling, but “reel fishing”! Not with worms or artificial flies, but with “real meat”, like the 12 STEPS or the BIG BOOK. We used to do it every summer…well! It was your summer and our winter. You’ve probably gathered, that I live in Australia. We’d hire this boat, quite a big one it was, Ethel and the kids, Bill 44 and Bob…he’d be 37 by now. We’d do a picnic basket – lovely it was, our 5th Step, sobriety dates, drinking stories, a couple of bottles of wine and the 12 x 12. And off we’d sail over the reef. The sun would beat down, often the sea would be as calm…no calmer than an AA meeting and we’d just drift. We’d put our lines over then and just wait – play AA tapes, talk crap, and ring our SPONSORS. Wonderful it was. Mind you, Ethel, didn’t care for the bait, it was the smell you see and the sight of HOW IT WORKS cluttering up the deck. “Micky”, she’d say! “The AA PROGRAM is putting me off my dinner”! Well, it didn’t bother me or the kids, it wasn’t like that, the OXFORD GROUP had delivered it quite fresh but Ethel used to say that CHAPTER 5 “sneered” at her and made noises, offensive noises, when the gases escaped from its crap. The kids loved that “Mum”! They’d say when it did it – “RARELY HAVE WE SEEN A ZOMBIE FAIL WHO HAS THOROUGHLY FOLLOWED OUR PATH,” Well she didn’t like that, not Ethel, strict WILSON CLONE, she was, thought it was very disrespectful. She would go into one of her sulks and it would last for “bloody hours”. Mind you, she did get a bit more excited when Bill shared his story. Well she had to with Bill frothing at the mouth and banging his fist against the side of the boat. And then there would be more…Bob got into the act, tearing chunks out of the 12 Steps, spitting everywhere, snapping at Bill. But I don’t think she really approved, not Ethel. She said it was senseless 13th STEPPING. Well I suppose it was if you look at it that way! But there are lots of 12 STEP PROGRAMS aren’t, there?
It went wrong when Bill did the 9th Step! Huge it was, more like the 5th step, really. Again and again he raved on like a psychopath, but he wouldn’t shut up. Clever “bugger”! He had learned you see. Well I was determined that I was going to do a personal INVENTORY. I threw the BIG BOOK, all the picnic stuff in the water. Bill went mad; I’d never seen him so upset. He tore the rod out of its restraints and hurled it in the water. I didn’t stop to think, that’s always been my problem, “being sober” – Bill followed the rod! Well! He was gone in “two bites” and I didn’t catch the PROGRAM. It seemed to know, it sort of “grinned” at me and then just made off. Bob wasn’t too pleased either…he’d missed his HIGHER POWER!!
Peace Be With You
Micky