As stated in the past couple of blogs, I’m working on being focused on healthy eating for the 21 days, as an attempt to stay on track for the month of February. The first 14 days went extremely well, dropping close to six pounds. The last 7 days haven’t been as successful. I’ve come to two conclusions in the past 21 days of focusing on being consistent.

  1. It is very difficult to stay on track if you have any semblance of a social life.
  2. I like to drink beer and go out to dinner

28 days doesn’t seem like a long time. Surely any reasonable adult can block out distractions and buckle down for 28 days with a little bit of will-power. Despite my best intentions and great start to the month, I dropped the ball hard over the weekend. I made beer, drank beer and pomegranate cosmos, and went out to a salty Mexican restaurant for tacos. Although it was fun, and I realized I enjoy hanging out with good friends a lot more than I like dieting, it was a disaster to my goals.

This morning I weighed 199 pounds, which is nothing short of a miracle, and largely attributed to a complete physical breakdown yesterday from what I can only assume was a post-hockey hypoglycemic episode (more on that tomorrow). This leaves me at three pounds from my goal of 196.2 tomorrow. Unlikely.

I learned a valuable lesson over the past 48 hours. Despite my best efforts during the week, too much fun on the weekends really does set me back from my goals. Consistency isn’t a 9 to 5, Monday through Friday gig. It takes real focus, real effort, and real consistency, each and every day. Having fun is fine, but I need to learn that one beer is good enough.