It was straight-forward for myself and others to blame my belly on the beer. I wasn’t fat, I told myself, I just had a “Mom bod” from all the beers I drank. Otherwise I was in great shape! Then one afternoon I tried to go for a jog, to prove that I could do it, and I didn’t make it a quarter mile. I turned around and slowly walked back home, thinking about making some weird choices. Drinking beer is great, but when you start drinking it at 9am and don’t stop until you go to bed at evening, then you might have a problem. I started a workout program the next week, and started tapering off my alcohol consumption at the same time. I knew that quitting freezing turkey would not task for me, so my method was to wear myself out with exercise during the heat of the afternoon. All the exercise would tire myself and others out so much that come the evening I would fall asleep before I could get too drunk. For the first more than two afternoons, this method worked out pretty well, and after an intense workout program during the afternoon I would only have more than one or more than two beers before crashing. I realized that with a better balance of exercise and nutrition, I would never have to give up drinking beer. Of course, I was done drinking a case in a afternoon, but the exercise and nice sleep made myself and others recognize so energetic I no longer wanted to spend all afternoon drinking. I look better, I recognize better, and I still love my brew.