The Woman Who Can’t Handle a Glass of Wine Anymore

I used to try Dry January. I'd last until someone ordered a $22 tequila cocktail with a ruby red brûléed grapefruit slice and I’d cave. But lately? I’m accidentally dry most of the time. Not on purpose. Just because drinking doesn’t feel worth it anymore.

One glass of wine and I wake up at 3 a.m. sweating, spinning, and craving half a baguette. I eat too much, sleep too little, and regret it every single time.

So now, every time I don’t drink, I feel like I gave my body a little love letter. I wake up happy. Clear. Proud. Like I didn’t betray myself for a glass of something that tasted better in theory than reality.

Do I still indulge sometimes? Sure. I’m not an absolutist. But the thrill is gone and I don’t miss it.

I’m not saying you have to quit drinking. You do you. But if you’re noticing that alcohol doesn’t hit the same way as it used to, you’re not alone. Call it Dry January. Damp January. Or just “I like feeling good more than I like Chardonnay.”

Whatever you do, make it work for you.

I'm not saying you have to quit drinking. You do you. But if you're noticing that alcohol doesn't hit the same way it used to — you're not alone. My body used to let things slide. Apparently that era is over.