I have heavy boozers on both sides of my bloodline, never expected it would hit me because I was so aware of it, but at some point in my early 30s I realized I

I have heavy boozers on both sides of my bloodline, never expected it would hit me because I was so aware of it, but at some point in my early 30s I realized I was always the one dragging friends to bars, and of course despite a self-imposed rule of no hard booze at home, that only justified continuous drinking of wine and beer. I definitely wouldn't have considered myself an alcoholic, but it had become a significant enough part of my routine that I had increasing difficulty being honest to others about when/how often I'd been drinking. The thing that ultimately snapped me out of it was learning of the association with cancer. I'd still love a drink, much like I'd absolutely murder a cigarette, but in both cases, neither could approach my lips without the word "CANCER" being explicit in mind. Not sure how that happened. Luck? Definitely not complaining, in any case it works.