Like all beer lovers, I’ve hit a patch where I’m trying to lay off of the nectar of the gods for a bit, and I’ll be honest – it’s the hardest it’s ever been.
As you might recall, I broke my toe a few weeks ago, which kept me from working out for a few days. No big deal, right? Well just about when my toe was feeling better, I caught this creeping crud head cold that’s been going around, the one that lingers for a few weeks. It would just about go away and then come back with a vengeance. Anyway, it was another reason not to get up at 5:30 A.M. and jump around in the basement (gotta love that P90X!). It was smart to rest up and sleep in, right?
But seeing as I was sleeping in, I could stay up a little later. And if I’m staying up, why not catch up on some movies streaming on Netflix? And if I’m watching a movie, why not enjoy a couple of Troegs Mad Elf’s from the garage? And some chips? And some cheese and crackers?
After a couple of weeks of carbo-loading right before bed, my midsection got a little squishy (at an alarmingly fast rate, BTW), my core began to unravel, my pants didn’t fit right, and I felt like I had butter running through my veins, which may have been the case.
So even though it’s the holidays, I’ve decided to right the ship and get back on track before my muscles atrophy and my growing gut pulls my back out again. So that means no more staying up late, waking up and pushing “play,” and laying off of the beers, at least during the week. The waking up and working out part isn’t too bad, but the no beer thing is making me crazy.
It’s been a few days, and I’m doing good, but the cravings have been immense! It might be because I got used to having a beer or two (or three) every night, or because I’ve been stressed a bit lately at work. But my real suspicion is that it’s because this is my favorite time of the year to drink beer. It’s been really cold, and there’s nothing like curling up with a hearty ale or a barrel aged stout on a winter’s night.
Last night, I could actually hear the Founders Backwoods Bastards calling me from the garage. “Jyyyym,” they cried (with a Southern accent, of course). “why doncha y’all come’n crack us open?” I’m proud to say I resisted, but I could feel my longing all the way down my spine.
I’m sure it’ll get better over time, but man, could I go for a beer! I’m gonna have a couple this weekend, but I’m going to try to stay on the straight and narrow all the way through the holidays. I know it goes against the vibe of the season, but I look at it like I’ve done all my celebrating, just a couple of weeks early.
So let me ask you, when was the last time you put the brakes on and cut back or *gasp* even stopped drinking beer for a bit? As always, let us know below.
*Things I would kill for a beer exclude mammals of all kinds, reptiles, fish and insects over 1/2″ in length (or anything that would be really squishy or oozy). So basically, that leaves houseflies or mosquitoes.