So most of you know I’m a big wine person. I collect wine, I drink wine, I enjoy wine…responsibly. Well, most of the time. I like a glass with my dinner and sometimes more than a glass. I even travel for wine. One of my bucket list items is to visit every wine region in the world. I’ve got a loooonnnnnggg way to go. But hopefully I’ve got 50+ years to do it as well.
But I digress. My CrossFit box has tasked us with an 8-week Health and Fitness challenge. During this time we’re supposed to abstain from alcohol, on top of many other restrictions and parameters. For someone like me who drinks several times a week, this is a tough pill to swallow. My cellar is just sitting there, mocking me.
But I have amazing willpower when I want to win something because I’m also super competitive.
What I’ve noticed, now about halfway through, is that when I don’t drink my body responds very quickly. My waist is vanishing because I’m less bloated and the scale is responding. This makes me both super excited and super bummed! (I know. This sounds like, woe is me. I’m getting thinner. Please understand this is not that kind of post.) Because I love wine. And when this challenge is over I will go back to it. And that means I will likely ‘puff’ up again. Granted, everything in moderation and I do drink moderately, but if you think about even 4 drinks a week, averaging 480 calories (about 120 per glass), in 7 weeks that’s one pound. So it adds up.
And yes, I work out. A. Lot. And I burn a lot of calories, but adding in anything extraneous will of course take its toll on your body in one way or another. I’ve also cut out grain and dairy, which both tend to bloat as well, so this loss is due to a combination of the three of them, but it’s wine I miss most. My next wine club shipments are due in March and sadly, I’ve barely touched those from December. Merry freaking Christmas to me.
So yes, my cellar is building up, but what good is that if I can’t partake in the fruits of my labor. (See what I did there? Fruits. Get it? I’m delirious from lack of wine.)
Wine, my love, I know we’ll be reunited soon. I just ask you to please respect my waistline and take it easy me. That re-entry’s a bitch.