For most of my working life the end of my day has always been punctuated by a glass of wine once home. Now, I’m not talking about a bottle a night, or big sessions at the weekend when younger, this was more of a daily routine that signified that my work was finished for the day and I could relax.
Each time I fell pregnant that daily glass of wine immediately became a fruit juice or a fizzy drink, and was still drunk at nearly the same time every day.
I, like you, have read the many articles about drinking, about how many points a woman should have in a week, and the research about if red is better than white. To be honest I never took much notice, I never drank at any other time, never got drunk and don’t particularly like spirits.
However, three weeks and 2 days ago (bank holiday weekend) I realised upon going to bed that I hadn’t had my normal glass of wine, most unlike me. It started to get me thinking, am I drinking at the same time each night as part of a routine, as habit or something more sinister.
I decided to see what would happen the next day, I have to be extremely honest and I did wonder if I would miss it, would it come to 6pm and I would find myself at the fridge on auto pilot.
6pm came and went, I drank so much squash my stomach must have ballooned to that of an elephant but I didn’t miss my evening tipple. I was quite satisfied at this point that it was just a regular schedule thing that I had become used to and decided that I would start back to work and that evening hit the wine cooler. It never happened, I came home and had an urge for a cold, soft drink – what was happening to me?
The days went on, I started to feel smug about my new healthy living (well, slightly healthier), but I didn’t feel any better for it. In fact, I had hoped to see glowing, glossy skin starting at me in the mirror, and luscious, flowing locks in the morning on this new regime. Instead I had a slight headache for three days and then nothing.
That is, until I went to the scales, something that after three children I dread more than anything. At the end of the first week I stepped on, squeezed my eyes shut and prayed – when I looked down I was horrified to see I had gained weight. What the hell?
A week later and I returned to the scales, I had lost the excess weight I had gained and had also lost 2lb’s – not the great weight loss I had secretly hoped for and googled many times but it was a start.
Yesterday was the biggest surprise thought – exactly three weeks after giving up wine and I have lost 7lb’s – personally I can’t see where from, but to be honest the lb’s had a lot of choice as to where to go from. Nonetheless, I am extremely pleased that this has happened, and now am determined to lose some more weight,
The strangest part of all, I bought a lovely bottle of champers for Friday, thinking if I want a drink then I want a good drink – it’s still in the fridge, untouched and unloved. That would never of happened in the old days……
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