I missed yesterday’s blog.
This weekend was a strange one.
I visited a friend and my dad’s side of the family in Virginia. We all did what we usually do: drink and hang out.
November has led to some shitty mornings in the past since I take the entire month of October off from drinking alcohol.
But this weekend, I threw up from drinking on both Friday and Saturday night.
Sunday morning wasn’t a typical hangover. It was one of those mornings where one lies in bed like a vegetable and reconsiders their life decisions.
It was in that moment of disgust I decided to seriously cut down on my drinking.
I certainly don’t feel like an alcoholic, but my issue is that when I do drink, I drink like I’m still 20 years old.
I’m a 27-year-old man who doesn’t drink often and who takes good care of his body. Meaning, when I drink like I’m in college again, my body rejects it like poison (which it technically is). That’s not super sustainable.
So I’m revisiting my rules.
New rule: I can only drink alcohol two nights a month.