Sat parked between a liquor store and beer store for 3 hours today

So this is what they mean when they say caught between a rock and a hard place? Drove my dad to the hospital after he had an accident at work (he's all good). Parked at the nearest shopping centre so I wouldn't have to pay for parking and within minutes realized it had both a liquor store and beer store (not even counting grocery store that sells wine).

I decided to stay parked there and reflect on how the next few hours would be going if I gave in. Would probably go get a nice bag of different varieties and new products I haven't tried. Tell myself I deserved it after all the hard work I've put in these last months. Probably would crack one or two while waiting. Would obviously have to hide this from my dad and dispose of the empties somewhere. After dropping him off and making sure he's good, would go home, put my feet up with a few more- anxiety would come about whether I'd run out. Would want to pop around the corner for that "just in case" bottle. Would drink this until I pass out and wake up at 3am with anxiety and sweats. And finally would go into work in the morning hungover, guilty and shameful, which would bring on the cravings at 2pm.

It's crazy to think that I was that person who would do this time and time again in different scenarios.

But thankfully this time I entertained myself with a book and was able to get a workout in before bedtime. IWNDWYT!