Prohibition Weekend


Last weekend I drank nary a drop of beer or anything else with alcohol. Of course, I didn't go overboard and dump brew down the sewer or blow up my beloved beer fridge or anything rash like that. I will drink again. Soon. The legendary St. George's Party is Saturday and I plan to imbibe. Can't remember the last time I had drank nothing all weekend long. Sometimes it is a beer or two, but nothing? No recollection of when I did that last.

Ever since returning from Asheville, NC, where we vacationed over Christmas, I have been carrying around the "Asheville Ten," an extra ten pounds. I have been cranking up the exercise and cutting back on food. But, beer was still on the menu. I wanted to not drink for the weekend for purification purposes and to fast-track the metabolism.

Thus, I abstained for the entire weekend. I wasn't sure I could do it. No proud prognostications and prophecies. On Sunday night, Lina though my resolve had cracked as I reached for the aforementioned Beer Fridge door. Before "Noooo" could fully come out of her mouth, I pulled out my jar of chilled water in a Mason Jar. So far, no thoughts of cutting out water.

Several weeks ago, I didn't drink coffee for a week. Heck, what am I, a Mormon? Am I angling for V.P. for Romney and need to bolster my Latter Day cred? Nah, I just think it is good to not be mastered by anything as the Apostle Paul writes. There is a difference between enjoying something that God created like coffee and alcohol and abusing it.

I did feel a sense of loss in not drinking either and the loss was indicative that I was holding such practices too tightly and consuming them had become habitual. So, I kicked the habit, albeit temporarily. Apparently Brigham Young chewed tobacco most of his life. Now, that is a nasty habit. No problem with quitting that.

   

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