Here we go again! My damn scale is the honesty master, ball breaker supreme! I’m two pounds up, two pounds down. My weight is bouncing up and down and all around. It’s like follow the bouncing friggin’ ball!
Zero ; Single ; M: 152 ; C: 113 ; P/U: 70 ; W: 5mi
Health R.O.S.
- Weight: 206.9
- BMI: 28.0
- Fat %: 21.3
- Water %: 57.4
I suppose I deserve it. What do I expect from having a couple of beers the night before last. I guess I’m hating my modified drinking habit a little bit today, afterall. At this rate, it’s going to be very difficult to achieve a weight of less than 200 pounds by Thanksgiving. Apparently, any amount of beer, even in moderation, conspires against my health goals.
My Weight Is A Moving Target
Twelve days ago, I hit my lowest weight yet: 204.3. I figured at that time, I’d easily find myself below 200 pounds by now, forget Thanksgiving seventeen days from now. I thought that was in the bag. For sure.
Despite a Sober Halloween, I ate way too much candy. And I’m painfully aware that my use of addiction transfer (swapping sugar for alcohol), if allowed to continue, will only make it harder for me to get to my ultimate goal of 183 pounds and < 25 BMI (body mass index).
I’ll need to practice intermittent fasting this evening in hopes of burning off the extra glycogen and associated water weight. For the rest of the week, there will be no beer (I’m going to try for a “Thrice Lucky” and not drink any alcohol until after Thanksgiving), candy, sugar, fruit (which according to The Plant Paradox is essentially candy), or other cheating.
Sober On A Drunk Planet
Last night, my wife and I were invited to spend the evening with some friends at their home. The husband, let’s call him Larry, is a hobbyist beer brewer. Lately, his beer brewing has expanded to a local brewery where some of his creations are being brewed on a much larger scale. Suffice to say, he’s gotten pretty good at his hobby – quasi-professional, so to speak.
Larry always keeps some of his excellent homemade beer in a kegerator in his garage. I was worried that I’d feel obliged to have a least one pint of home brew from his private reserve. A little stressed, actually.
As we stood in his garage, Larry showed me some of the yeast he was growing in test tubes and some new brewing gear he had recently purchased. We discussed what was happening at the brewery in Anaheim, and beer brewing trends in general. He knows I share an enthusiasm for beer and I’ve helped him brew on many occasions.
As anticipated, Larry poured himself a perfect pint from the tap on his fridge and offered me one, as well. I politely declined and told him, half lying, “I’d love to, but I’m on a cleanse.” He just nodded his head silently, finished topping off the frost covered pint glass he had just pulled out of the freezer, and drew a long, slow sip of the dark amber beer.
I was very thankful he didn’t insist. Very thankful.
Rules Are Rules
These days, I have a real aversion to drinking two night in a row or even more than once a week. I’m trending toward not drinking any more frequently than twice a month. The visit to Larry’s was a last minute affair that my wife ‘sprung’ on me with a couple hours notice. Had I known a few days in advance, I would’ve saved my couple of beers for Larry’s excellent homebrew. But that’s not the way it went down, and rules are rules. One of my primary rules is never to drink two days in a row.
Anyway, I survived this close encounter with Larry’s excellent home brewed beer. The incredibly competitive game of couple’s Scrabble we played most of the evening was a key distraction. It kept my mind occupied and off of beer. Larry, seeing I was not drinking, limited himself to a single pint, which was more helpful to me than he ever could have known.
And with today’s weight reading giving me extra motivation, I’m down for an easy Deuce.
Onto Day 92 & 93
