The crashing sound you hear is not imaginary.
The last beer I had was a delicious Back East Brewing Golden Ale. It was from a can. I sat on a sailboat and drank it down quickly. This was Saturday. Almost and ENTIRE WEEK ago (well, five days ago).
Have I lost any weight? No, of course not. That’s because I replaced beer with another carb source: bread. However, my gut has gone down a little.
Does my body crave beer? No, not really. Does my mind think I need it? Also, no. However, I did find myself in a social setting (band practice) in which I was proffered a Harpoon IPA. I… said… no.
This was harder than even not grabbing for a lager after mowing and weed-whacking the lawn in 80-degree heat. This was harder than downing a perfectly charred drumstick without a bock.
With 38 days to go, I’ll most likely stumble. I just know it. I think I’ll cushion the blow thusly: I’ll limit myself to just one 12-ounce beer (so I better make it a good one), and I’ll also hit the gym earlier that day and after.
We shall see. If you have any advice, I’ll take it as a comment, or you can reach me at email@example.com. Let me know if you’d like me to include your comment in a future post.