I was a hardened alcoholic for about 25 years, and every day after work I drank a 40 ounce malt liquor, followed by a pint of peppermint schnapps, and on the weekends the after work started about noon. One night I was tired of the routine, tired of the expense, and tired of being what i was. There did not seem to be anything I could do about it. Indeed I did seem to be powerless. That night when I finally went to bed, I had a heart to heart with God. I told Him simply this----I cannot do anything about this problem, so I am giving up, it is your problem now, it is all Yours. I fell asleep. The next day, everthing went normally, and after work I stopped at the store, bought the usual, but when I got home and poured my drink, the very first sip I took tasted horrible to me....I let it sit for a few, tried it again, and it just tasted bad. Maybe somethng was wrong with the beer, so I opened the peppermint stuff. Again, the sip tasted like there was something wrong with it. The next day, the same experience. .... and so on, and so on. To this day I cannot stand the taste of any alcoholic drink. So, in retrospect, give your problem to someone else, and it is a done deal