Throughout this blog I have not made it a secret that I am a wine lover, but can wine and working out co-exist in a harmonious world? After watching this vlog and reading this post, I began to really self reflect about my own personal relationship with alcohol. As a teen, I was not a drinker who went wild at parties, searching for that rush or high. The first time I got drunk, it was not until my 25th birthday (a late bloomer by today’s standards.) The room spinning as I was trying to put on my PJ’s and falling down with one leg in the pants, and spending the night with my head in the toilet was not something I wanted to repeat. I was never one to get wasted, toasted or whatever you like to call that state of inebriation. The instant gratification was not worth feeling like the walking dead the morning after. Where and how does my alcohol consumption fit in my whole fitness quest present day? I have not stopped drinking since chronicling my wellness journey last August of 2012 in this thing called the blogosphere. I have however, cut back….at times. . The how and where of my consumption is pretty much a pattern, or a bad habit. I literally crave a glass of bold red after a hectic work week. Bad habit. I crave a glass or two on Friday night while watching the Housewives franchise. Again, bad habit. There is nothing like a rich red by a roaring fire on a bitterly cold December night. There is nothing like a crisp, clean, fruity white, when it is 96 degrees and salmon or shrimp is on the grill. No matter the season, there is always a reason for vino. I do know, even before I came upon the above blog posts, my wine consumption had been bothering me lately…a lot. My sipping usually takes place over the weekend, with at least 2-3 glasses on a Friday or Saturday night. I never drink during the week. If there is an event on Friday and Saturday, I may drink wine over the span of two nights. I usually wake up with a dull headache, feeling lethargic and missing my workout the next day, or church if it is a Sunday morning. The guilt can be palpable, and I always promise myself that it will not happen again next weekend. So my friends, what will be my next move? I really want to stop this pattern of destruction. I should be seeing much more physical gains in my progress. All the sweat, sore arms, heavy lifting and treadmill drills are wasted if I’m drinking it down with Merlot on Friday night (mind you a damn good Merlot!) I have cut out white starches and processed foods, so cutting out wine should really be the next step. Having said that, I do not want to drastically stop cold turkey, because feeling deprived can have negative consequences personally. I was thinking, one glass as opposed to three is a good starting point to wean myself. The good news is at least I know it is keeping me back from where I want to be physically. I always tell myself thou shall just have mineral water at the next wedding/shower/party or celebration. That is usually not the case. I am not there yet, but I do know this, I am getting close.