My Relationship With Alcohol

Remember the younger years where every so often you attended a disco party at your primary school? Weren’t those literally the best nights of your life? At our school parties, the primary school had two halls which on one side, you had the boys and girls at either end of the room, all refusing to dance with each other. And at the other end was the sweet stall, which is where you would find me – pretty much for the majority of the night. What a time it was to be alive. I wasn’t thinking about career choices, bills or boys but instead I was blissfully unaware of the outside world and lived in my own, safe bubble. And then alcohol happened. For me, my relationship with alcohol has always been a mutual one.

AlcoholWe both know what’s about to happen and it’s very much hit and miss with me on whether I’ll wake up with a sore head in the morning. Since hitting the ripe old age of 25 (yes I’m young but now I’m actually starting to feel old), my hangovers are lasting for freaking days. At university I didn’t work that often and university timetables are disgustingly empty so I could sleep off a hangover most days. 

Now I have to do adult stuff and that sucks, especially with a banging headache and a upset tummy. 


My Skin Suffers

After a night of alcohol, my skin suffers a lot the morning after. I normally find myself pimple popping away for the next few days because of the dehydration caused from the excessive drinking. I think our generation tends to binge drink a lot when we go out. I can say that my intentions on most nights out when it comes to alcohol is to get drunk. There’s only a handful of occasions this year where it’s been a dignified affair.

I normally try to give my skin a bit of a pampering the next day to avoid any further damage which includes drinking plenty of water, applying a face mask and putting on a heavy moisturising cream to combat the dry skin.


Comfort Eating

Most of us probably don’t want a healthy salad or salmon and steamed veg when we’re hungover right? So my relationship with alcohol is kind of a three way with junk food. Whenever I’m hungover, there’s nothing like a McDonald’s or a greasy Chinese and a can or two of coca cola, to make me feel better.

But having it every time I’m hungover is really not good for my health. Yes it’s perfectly fine to do it every once in a while but I was in a regular cycle of comfort eating during our tenancy in our last place. It more than likely contributed to my weight gain and in turn that really messed with my mental health from a body confidence perspective.


Lack Of Sleep

Rocking drunkenly into our flat at 2am isn’t always the best for the ol’ sleeping pattern, especially on a weekday. Not only that but I suffer from the baggy and dark circles under my eyes. Really not a good look.

I try my best to get at least 7 hours of sleep per night, otherwise I’m a grumpy sod and can’t function. But when it comes to alcohol-fueled nights out, my sleep for the night is pretty much written off and that’s not healthy if it becomes a regular thing.


It’s Expensive

Living in London is financially the worst place to go out drinking. Us savvy Londoners do well in finding the hidden haunts that offer cheap as chip pints of beer, wine and whatever concoction you may desire but generally the price of alcohol in the city is SO PRICEY!

I have always been savvy with my money so I don’t always let loose on my debit card. I think the most I’ve ever spent on a night out on just drinks is around £60-£80 which for me is A LOT. I can’t imagine how much other people might spend and even though £60-£80 might not seem a lot, if it’s happening a couple of times a week, your bank balance will soon me screaming ‘I’M BLOODY EMPTY!’ in no time.

So has my relationship now changed with alcohol. Definitely. For me I’m trying to damn hardest to not drink during the week but if I do, I try and avoid booze at the weekend. It’s so easy to have a glass of wine or two with your evening meal or just lose your control after one drink but alcohol is a drug at the end of the day and it’s a poison.

err hold on.

That suddenly went morbid but what I’m trying to say is, don’t let the alcohol control the relationship. Use it wisely because it can mess with a lot of our emotions and can make certain situations worse.

HOWEVER, alcohol is fun and with alcohol, I’ve made some incredible memories and had the best jokes with it. So drink for the fun times and not for the bad.

What’s your relationship with alcohol? Let me know in the comments below.


*Disclaimer – This is a collaborative post. All words are my own.


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