This reminds me of a story my father often tells.
In the late eighties or early nineties, when my sister and I were little, dad had a health check at the company doctor's office. Prior to this, he had to fill in a questionnaire, which the doctor then went through together with him. It had many pages, asking several questions, one of which was about alcohol consumption. At the time, my father had a habit of enjoying a glass of brandy together with his pipe in the evening, after finally getting us kids to bed. So naturally he filled in the "daily" checkbox when the question about frequency of alcohol use was asked. As the doctor turned the page to the one with that question, and advanced closer and closer to it, my father could see on his face how he was getting more and more uncomfortable. Finally, they got to that question, and the doctor began "And then about your alcohol consumption..."
The doctor told him, that this was the first time in the history of the company that anyone had ever replied "daily" in the form. And this was a company where several CEO's had stepped down due to liver issues. After explaining his evening ritual, my father managed to calm the doctor down, but he still laughs about the face the doctor made.
Personally, I enjoy a glass of wine or two, or a few beers, but I've never liked being drunk. I hate losing control over myself. But I do know people who've struggled with the demon that alcohol can be. It can be hard, when one is too many, and a thousand aren't enough. You are strong for realizing that it had taken a grip of you, and I commend you from steering clear from it.