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Sunday Guest Blog 'I Drank & Went To The Gym Everyday.' By Sam Thomas



Thanks to Sam for writing a blog for Cuppa and Drunk Mummy - Here is a bit about his upcoming memoir..

A young gay man, intelligent and ambitious, founds a charity for men with eating disorders then slides from bulimia into alcohol addiction. “Smashed not Wasted” is the story of his recovery, on his own terms, and the traumas that led him down this path. It’s an exploration of how a person can conceal an addiction, maintain their façade, and emerge with self-respect and confidence in the person they unearthed in the process.

This is Sams story. #SundayGuestBlogs


I Drank & Went To The Gym Everyday. But I Never Realized I Could Be Alcohol Dependent.

Back in the days before I knew anything about alcoholism, it never occurred to me that I’d crossed an “invisible line” into alcohol dependency. It was only when I tried to stop drinking - five months after my first alcohol withdrawal episode - that I realized I had a serious problem.


However, it would take four detoxes and many relapses, over three years, before I could finally get a grip on my recovery.


It often surprises people when I tell them I didn’t drink until I was 24. I tried drinking twice when I was eighteen and decided I hated it so I remained tea-total. I only started drinking when my best friend at the time thought it would be “funny” to spike my diet coke with vodka.


From that point, I began drinking regularly and within a year I was drinking two or three glasses of wine every night while working at home. By the time I was 27 that had steadily crept up to two or three bottles.




When I reached thirty, I was aware my drinking had become excessive but I was in total denial about any impact it might be having. My only concern was that I’d fallen out of the habit of going to the gym, although up until then I’d been managing daily gym sessions.

As the managing director of a men’s eating disorder charity I’d founded, I appeared to be “functioning” without any issues - which in retrospect was probably one of the early signs of my alcoholism. In the absence of any visible outward signs that my drinking was “overspilling”, why would I be any the wiser?


The first time any indication my drinking had caught up with me came 36 hours after I’d decided to stop, with the intention to get back to the gym. While in London on an extremely hot day in July 2016, I couldn’t ignore how ropey I was feeling. I was sweltering, with sweat dripping off me, en route to my destination on the underground.


As I stood up to get off the train at the tube station, I noticed my body wasn’t doing what I was telling it to and my reactions were slowed down. This was the first sign I knew that something was wrong. It was as if there was a disconnect between my brain, body and ability to move - almost like an out of body experience. Clambering off the train, I somehow made it to street level and the exit.


My anxiety was through the roof and, in total panic, I found sanctuary in a coffee shop opposite the station. At this point, I tried to hold the glass of water to my mouth to drink it but I kept spilling the water down me. A lady sitting at the table opposite was looking at me curiously.


“Do you need help? You look like you’re in trouble?” she said, after a short while. She introduced herself and it turned out she was an off duty nurse from St Mary’s Hospital nearby. “Do you know what’s wrong with you?,” she asked. “No,” was my short but breathless reply. All I could think of was that I may be having a reaction to something, but I wasn’t allergic to anything. Next minute I passed out, and came round in an ambulance arriving at the hospital.


Unfortunately, it would take until the third subsequent hospital visit in November 2016, that it was confirmed my previous episodes of illness were in fact serious alcohol withdrawal.

“You’re over the threshold,” were the words of the specialist medic from the local drug and alcohol service. “You need to be referred for a detox, possibly as an inpatient given the severity of your withdrawals, '' he continued.





Until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that drinking was causing me to be ill - in particular, cutting back on my drinking too quickly or stopping drinking abruptly (e.g. going “cold turkey”).


“It’s really important that you continue to keep drinking to prevent any further episodes,” he stressed, which was quite possibly the most confusing medical advice in the history of all medical advice.


Admittedly, it took me a while to get my head around this, not realizing that my nervous system would go into shock (i.e. alcohol withdrawal) if I went for more than a day without drinking.


There'll be many people like myself who are over the threshold and may be suffering in silence. They may have unexplained symptoms after a few days of abstaining, while participating in “Dry January.” Or they may have caved in and gone back to drinking, not knowing why.


What I learned is that if I’d known about the brutal reality of alcoholism sooner, I might well have managed to embrace recovery sooner too.


Now nearly three and a half years in recovery, I've concluded that recovery needs to be more compelling than the addiction ever was.




Sam Thomas is an award winning writer, campaigner and public speaker. His first memoir “Smashed Not wasted” is out with Guts Publishing in July 2023. He tweets about his recovery journey and his Twitter handle is @sam_thomas86. He lives in Brighton, UK.

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