So, apparently as open as I am about my previous gambling problems and current status as a gambler in recovery some people I have known in the past 30 years still hadn't heard that I quit gambling. I have lived in the same smallish town for most of my life with a few 3/4 year absences. Yesterday, in the grocery store, an acquaintance suggests that she and I and another friend whom I went to see total eclipse last summer, should take a "free bus" to a nearby town where the terminus is the Indian Casino there.
I did not realize what she was talking about to begin with, why would we want to go there, I asked.
You, know, she says, catch an act, stay at the casino, gamble.
"Oh, oh", I say, "My last bet was Nov 8, 2014"
Oh she says, you have a problem?
No, not really, I did have one, it does not bother me now, because I don't do it.
It was much easier to turn down than I had thought it was going to be. But every part of me rejected the idea, without much thought. Proud of me. (My inner gambler seems to be getting smaller.)
I am constantly amazed that with mindfulness and gratitude as my main tools I continue to get better. I quit smoking cigarettes over a year ago sparked by a heart attack. Three stents and 15 months later, I have had two normal EKGs and no longer need to take antiplatlet drugs. I am now contemplating giving up my 2-3 beers 3-4 nights per week, because, frankly, when I pay attention to how it...
I’ve been flying around in my head for the past couple of weeks. It’s like feeling a little bit crazy, I guess you could say. I’m okay, at least today I know I’m okay and grateful for that.Now I just feel old and silly for posting my craziness! But you know what? I’m not gambling, so I count all my crazy days in recovery as good ones.