I'm feeling the pounds. Last night, I chose to stop after one Evil Twin Falco and one Evil Twin Molotov Lite... just because I didn't want the calories and it was a school night anyway. Might have been the first time I've *ever* made a decision that brazen about beer for my belly fat.
Now y'all have met me and you might roll your eyes at me now, you're not fat. But I graduated college at 155 or so, and I'm 185 now, pushing 190, and I see the beer. I see it. It's right there, dun-lopped over my belt.
I don't know where to go from here. I'm trying to eat less so I can drink more but is that really the healthiest choice. Also, trying to get out and run/play ball more, of course. And decided to do roast chicken and kale tonight instead of tacosssssss.
Is this growing old. Is this what we're stuck with. What happened to the days of stuffing down Jack in the Crack at 2am after a marathon drinking session with no recompense. Is this all because they put the calories on the damn can of Molotov Lite.
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