The Sober Diaries: How one woman stopped drinking and started living.

I take a brutal look at myself. I'm raddled. I'm the sort of woman that my mother would describe as having 'let herself go.' I'm two stone overweight, and most of that is on my belly. I can't remember the last time I made it through to the end of a movie before passing out on the sofa. But then I wake up at about 3am, tossing and turning, sweating booze and hating myself. It feels like my whole life has been sucked into a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. I used to be so fearless, so ambitious and optimistic. Yet now I feel anxious all the time. And the booze, my trusty old pal, that used to take the edge off and make me feel invincible, I suspect is only making things worse.I have to stop.So, this glass I'm clutching is my last. Tomorrow is Day One. Is it possible to live without alcohol in a world where you're more likely to be offered a glass of wine at a playdate than a cup of tea? Where Facebook is filled with references to 'wine o'clock'? Where every social event is fuelled by gallons of booze? Is there life after wine?I guess I'm going to find out….