Drowning the Elephant?

I think I may be trying to drown the Elephant in wine. I have no self control when it comes to Pinot Noir (or pizza). Last night I opened a new bottle and assured myself I would have two small glasses. Four hours later, the bottle was empty. (Sigh.) That's not good for any number of reasons, but Number One reason short term is that I wake up at 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. and the Elephant starts rumbling: "What's my training supposed to be today? Uh-oh. Now I'll never get to sleep again.... Is it going to be like this from now on??" I try the embrace method: "Oh, hello Elephant! You're not scary. Kami dreams about races all the time." But it only works for a while. I have to get up and take something to get back to sleep.

Maybe if I delay my bike trainer session to late afternoon today--inevitable, really, since I have a hair appointment at noon--that will curb the desire. Now, if I could also curb my husband's desire to watch MSNBC and CNN and Fox News!! (It's not just the Elephant I am trying to drown.) My only recourse last night was to take the last disc of my audio book and listen to it (after the wine was gone). I wish we could reach some kind of agreement limiting the number of hours of that stuff he will watch. Sad thing is, if he's not watching that he's got his head plugged into talk radio! At least that's quiet(er), although he insists on keeping a running commentary on what he's hearing. "Do you know what they are saying about...?" Never mind I might have my nose buried in a book or am working on the computer, as in "If I wanted to listen to that **** I wouldn't be doing this, would I?" He acts hurt if I don't want to listen. I can't wait until the days get longer and he can work outside.....