- I still feel full all the time. I doesn't matter if I eat a little or a lot. I feel full and bloated or something. Maybe alcohol was helping to break down the food and aid in digestion?
- Energy is slightly up and I've gotten a little more accomplished on the weekends thanks to getting an earlier start on my day.
- Pooping is down considerably which could explain the full feeling all the time. I just haven't been regular. I'm thinking that while I'm on this no-alcohol kick I might do a little cleanse to clean me out. I know you will sleep better now knowing this.
- In the past 6 days since my last update, people have applied a little more peer pressure or suggestions that this challenge is a bad idea and that I should just have a bourbon. It's been tempting but I've held strong.
- I've become somewhat more irritable and at times can't figure out why. I think maybe I'm just stressed from having to force myself to NOT do something that I love to do? Maybe I feel exiled from my regular social life because I'm not going out as much or for as long? I don't know.
- I met a friend at a bar for the Heat game on Sunday and almost took a sip of her beer because I was thirsty when I arrived at the bar and I wasn't thinking for a second. It was like I was a robot that had been reverted back to its original programming. Luckily I caught myself before making that mistake.
- I did a weigh-in on Day 16... I've lost one pound. Conclusion - drinking has little to no effect on weight loss over the period of 16 days. That was frustrating to learn, if only because it gave me another reason to quit on this challenge. I told that reason to go F itself shortly after though so it's cool. Nothing is stopping me from getting to Day 30 at this point.
I still thought it was pretty messed up that the woman would make an assumption like that but I guess I understood. At least it made for a funny story to tell. The strange part is that has never happened to me on a night where I've been drinking. The situation reminded me again of that feeling I got when I was driving home late at night for the first time on a night where I hadn't been drinking at all. The paranoia of getting pulled over was still there even though I knew there was not one drop of alcohol in my system, of being hassled because an officer might assume I'd been drinking simply because of what hour it was. I guess we are all capable of being stereotyped or profiled regardless of the situation.
Today is Day 18. At midnight tonight I will have 12 days to go and 3 of them will be Memorial Day Weekend. I'm almost there, so close I can taste that Day 31 bourbon...