Last June when I started losing weight, I cut back on the amount of beer I drank, which in turn helped with the weight loss. No shock there, right? No, the shock for me and beer would come several months later.
I don’t recall the exact event, but I’m sure it had something to do with an out of town trip for a conference. With parties at bars a couple nights in a row, my beer consumption jumped way up. When I got back home and went for a workout, all that beer caught up with me. I was part way through the workout and feeling like absolute shit. It’s like I could feel every single beer from the trip.
A couple weeks back we made a quick trip down to Solana Beach to catch some music. On Saturday I basically drank all day long. Not in such heavy doses that I was ever drunk, but I was certainly glad that we were using Uber or walking for any travel that needed doing. When I woke up Sunday morning I wasn’t hung over, but really felt like crap. When I returned to the gym on Monday, it was one of my worst workouts I’d had in several months. That’s when I knew it was time for a change.
I have set some personal goals around my health and fitness. As much as I truly enjoy beer, the desire to reach my goals is stronger. So, as of May 1st, I’m giving up beer entirely.
When I read that back, it sounds pretty dramatic. But honestly, it doesn’t feel it. It feels like the right thing to do. So really, the decision was pretty darn simple.