I'm Going To Try And Eliminate Beer From My Drinking Diet
Sober January was a bit of a bust. I made three weeks before I caved and invited the boys over for a red wine night two Saturdays ago. That’s not a joke, either. We drank like seven bottles of red over the course of an evening and it was splendid. So yeah, I slipped up. I fell off the wagon.
But for the most part my consumption of alcohol was kept in check over the course of January, which felt like it was never ever going to end. 31 days in a month is fucking ridiculous. Whoever decided that was a good idea should be fired from their job.
So now it’s February and we’re back into full blown drinking mode. I’m talking red wine and liquor, though. Because I don’t think I want to go back to drinking beers. The number of calories I’m consuming on a night where I’m exclusively drinking beer is downright absurd when you look at the numbers. Let’s say I start drinking at 7 on a Saturday. If I’m sticking to beer for the evening, that means I’m looking at like 10 beers.
I’m going to feel bloated and disgusting the next day and that’s not even to mention the beer hangover. That’s a special type of hangover. Yes, the red wine hangover is awful. So is a vodka hangover. But the beer hangover is a specific type of violent. It’s not just a headache. It’s a stomach ache from tricking your stomach for a few hours into thinking it was getting filled up. It’s guilt from an outrageous number of calories.
I feel bad turning my back on the Michelob Ultra’s and Miller Lite’s of the world. I really do. No more cream dogs? How can I possibly carry on like this? Those brands, among others, have brought me a lot of joy throughout my 20s. But I think if I’m really going to start going out again and drinking with my friends it has to be liquor or wine from here on out.
That break I had last month from no Bud Lights has me thinking differently, and of course this is all easier said than done. There’s no telling what’s going to happen to me when I get to a bar tomorrow night and I see all my friends yucking it up with Bud or Miller Light drafts in hand while I’m sitting there with a glass of red wine. I don’t know how successful this is going to be, but I know I have to at least try it. I’m feeling snatched as the fitness bloggers like to say and I’ll be on Marco Island in less than a month. Gotta look good for the gram, right?