I'm at 79 days sober. It's just a lot of ups and downs. Pink cloud is a thing as the first month or so the physical improvements are faster and more dramatic and thus more noticeable. It's easier to be more upbeat feeling that and figuring out more productive and fun ways to use the time that was spent just mindlessly drinking before etc.
After that it's mostly back to having days we feel good and others we're tired and/or feeling crappy, good days and bad days in events and mood etc. More having to deal with problems--if any--we were numbing with alcohol (anxiety issues etc. on my end).
Something I read somewhere that has stuck with me is how one of the challenges of sobriety is just coming to terms with how mundane and montonous/boring most of our days are going to be with the never ending cycle of work, chores/errands, eating and sleeping consuming most of our days. Not having drinks to look forward to at the end of the day can become more of a bummer for those of us who had that as a crutch before. I've mostly replaced it by making time for games or movies/shows or watching sports etc. in the evening and just not drinking while doing those things. But I still miss it some evenings, especially after harder days.
Relate to this post so much. 88 days sober and yeah, just not feeling the improvements so much, still waking up tired and headachey, skin's been bad, not losing weight as much as the first month.
Not really craving alcohol itself at all but miss going out, miss the excitement of drinking, that feeling that anything could happen.
Of course the 'anything' was often just me blacking out, spending too much, doing dumb things. But as you say it felt like it broke up the monotony of life.
Now life is too predictable. I know exactly how every day/evening is going to pan out, there's no surprises good or bad.
I went to a gig last night, it was booked while I was still drinking and delayed by months. I was in two minds whether to go or not.
It was a really rowdy crowd, and it was the first time I'd been around a lot of drunk people since I gave up, and it gave me mixed feelings - half of me was envious of those dancing uninhibitedly, and half of me was glad I wasn't like some of the sloppier people there falling about.
There was an official after party at a nearby pub til 3am and I know I would've 100% gone if I'd been drinking, and then probably missed work the next day.
I walked past it and felt a pang of envy, it was very bittersweet, like i was grieving for my past life.
Some days I'm just not wholly convinced that the benefits of giving up are outweighing the fun I'm missing out on, or the perception of that fun.