In an effort to increase my overall physical fitness and lose some weight, I started running last fall. I took the program up a notch at the beginning of January by following the Body for Life eating plan. This workout and diet lifestyle plan has worked for me in the past, so I figured why not go back to what works?
One of the things I did was to stop drinking any form of alcohol. I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but I did enjoy a beer or two a couple of times a week. Oddly, the nights I would have a beverage, one of the kids would have a horrible night resulting in a long morning the next day.
By cutting out the alcohol, mornings have seldom been difficult. The kids have also been doing well sleeping through the night.
Then… last night.
The temperature outside was too cold to run. Crystal and I had been contemplating a cheat night with the diet. After we put the kids to bed, I got dressed to hit the bike downstairs for a few miles. Five minutes after that, I was dressed in regular clothes and headed to the store (no workout).
When I returned, I had a caramel fudge brownie for my beautiful wife and a beverage (Bombay Sapphire) with a diet mixer for myself.
As I was half way through my second glass, it hit me. I hadn’t been drinking in a while and I was feeling pretty darn happy. Crystal was working on her grades and we were enjoying some great conversation. Couple time. The two of us.
We went to bed a little later than we normally would. By this point, both of the kids had been sleeping for a while.
Early morning, Gabby is screaming “MOMMY!” Gabby threw up all over her bed, mommy’s doing what she can to take care of Gabby, and daddy’s not waking up too well. I eventually woke up enough to help out, get Gabby dressed, and in bed with us for the rest of the night. (Brendan ended up sleeping until almost 8!)
I’m not saying it is because I had a beverage last night, but it sure made for another long morning.
Coincidence, or a little message from God? I am leaning toward latter.