I've seen guys - who just stop drinking and do little else in the way of recovery - have a gambling habit that gets out of hand. Over-eating is another common one. One guy I know split with his wife and started womanising; at one stage he had about seven women on the 'go'. He was 'on the sick', still getting paid from work, and focussed all his attention on meeting women from the internet. A guy I sponsor is a member of three 12 Step fellowships (Over-eater's Anonymous, Sex-addicts Anonymous, and Alcoholics Anonymous). Some of the stuff he's told me - and I'm broad minded - even shocked me. He's a lovely guy though, well educated, charming - Mrs Tosh loves him - but under that friendly exterior lurked a real monster.
My preoccupation - which I'm pleased about - was developing an almost foaming-at-the-mouth interest in spiritual practises. I've calmed down a bit now, but it took a few years. I'm planning on being enlightened by Christmas and becoming the first ever Geordie Buddha. I think that's pretty cool.
i used to blame me acting like a idiot on the booze now i am acting like a negative lazy so and so with no excuse , so i need therapy, running helps loads but keep getting little injuries that set me back and i am starting to feel very frustrated and not a nice person to be around
A.A. refers to the alcoholic who has stopped drinking, but who still demonstrates alcoholic attitudes and behaviours, as a 'dry drunk' (I don't like the phrase myself). Such individuals are said to have sobriety but not recovery.
Things like depression, anxiety, irritability, anger, restlessness etc are very very common for alkies who 'put the plug in the jug' but do little else in the way of recovery.
The thing is, booze isn't the problem, it's the way we feel sober that's the REAL problem. We use booze as a solution to treat that problem.
Good luck with the counselling, Jonnie, and trust me, you sound very normal to me. I really identify with what you're going through.
I once bonked on a tough long-run. It was Summer, hot, and I thought I'd not need any fuel for my run (I thought I was hard hahahaha). About 12 miles into the run, up a steep hill which goes on forever (it was through the Wye Valley) I felt like I was running through treacle.
I ended up eating what I could find on a sparse roadside blackberry bush, then another mile down the road I ended up in civilisation and there was a plum tree overhanging a garden wall. I must've eaten about 20 of those plums; they were the sweetest, most loveliest fruit I've ever stolen. I was a bit worried about the effect they'd have on my bowels with another 5 miles to go to get home, but I couldn't stop myself from eating them. I was okay though.