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I was well on my way to becoming an alcoholic (or was probably there already) a few years ago. I worked in bars, so the beer was usually free for me, which made saying 'no' awfully hard. I had gotten to the point where I was having 8-10 drinks a night, 6 nights of the week, on the other night, I'd 'only' have 3-4. Somehow, I kept this up for almost 2 years until I finally faced the fact that the only time I didn't feel like shit was when I was at the bar. I was lucky that I figured it out before I hurt myself or someone else.
Nowadays, the idea of getting completely trashed just doesn't appeal to me. I guess the novelty of being drunk wore off, and I learned to cut myself off (or at least slow way down) once I got the mild buzz but before I would get incoherent.
Controlling yourself around alcohol isn't easy, and quitting altogether is even harder, I've got all the respect in the world for anyone that keeps themselves sober.
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