I had dinner last night with my good friend Elizabeth. We went to the Dogfish Head AleHouse. What a difference a year makes. Miss E and I both worked together at a hellacious office. It was very common for us to visit the local watering hole after work and consume about 10-15 Weight Watchers points in our favorite wines or brews.
So last night after being seated Elizabeth asked if I wanted the beer menu. “Nope,” I replied. Without skipping a beat, she put it aside and we both opted for water and unsweetened ice tea. Then I thought of something that great philosopher Homer J. Simpson said:
He is so right.
Yes, alcohol may have helped in commiserating about the job, but it came at a cost.
A chunk of my weight gain came from drinking wine. I do love the nectar of the gods (Hell, I still want to open my own wine store). And Miss E knows her good brews. The difference today? Both of us are focused like frickin’ laser beams on our health (oh, and we both have quit our jobs).
During the last year, I really have limited my alcohol. I’m probably down to twice a month and when I do drink, it’s about 2 4-ounce glasses at the most now.
Never doubt the Tao of Homer.