A Dry Rest of July
Fresh off training for the perfect peach, I am also trying to vastly decrease my caloric intake via all the unnecessary sugars and carbs and warmth alcohol adds.
Holiday weekends have not been kind to the weight loss process. Fourth of July, primarily.
And, well, working back at the bar for that sweet, short time we were half-cap busy.
January: 100 Squats
February: 100 Pushups
March: 300 Jumping Jacks
April: Ab Medley
May: Back Medley
June: FitOn Slim Down
I am happy to report that the beer and spirit level has decreased dramatically. To zero.
Not really news, as I go dry for a few months each year, but these quarantine calories have been hitting different, if you know what I mean.
The onus of self health is squarely on your shoulders and not encouraged by others at the gym or in societal influences. Society is, after all, quickly devolving. The health and well being of others isn’t that important, it seems. My Snapchat and Insta feeds have quickly dried up of local gym goers. Not that I ever really posted the gym pic, myself, but it’s encouraging to see others get after it, if the it is a set of dumbbells and not a plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets and pizza rolls.
My pie and cookie intake, however, has increased as of late. Which, I know, is just as bad, if not worse, than hitting the sauce. With results up in the air, I can only hope my control over all sugars will be more exacting in the next half of this month.
A drawback of going so hard over the holiday was that we didn’t go as hard as we could have. Our fridge stock still holds a couple dozen beers and seltzers just calling our names to crack them open on a hot summer days during that first week of August. Weather permitting, of course.
Plus, we’ll need something to go with fan-less baseball. The sport was already snoozefesty enough with fans and beer, I can’t imagine what a lack of either will do to my interest if the Brew Crew has a rough 60-game stretch.
