Why I Changed My Way Of Eating And Drinking

The year was 2011. I was working a 9-to-5 job and living in the suburbs in Indiana. I had been suffering from chronic fatigue, back pain, insomnia, and muscle aches. I was miserable. I was losing my hair, and I was having all kinds of symptoms that I thought might be related to stress or something. My doctor took me into the ER.

I was in the emergency department when they took me in. The doctor asked about my weight; he knew that I used to drink beer at home and that I had been a big guy growing up, and he figured that if I was still drinking beer, I was going to be a bigger and bigger beer drinker. He said, “Oh, you’re gonna end up being like all the people in the emergency department.” I went to the restroom, took a couple of deep breaths, and, just like that, I was cured. I had never given up my love for beer, and I had never taken a step back from my health. It was a huge, life-changing moment, because I realized that if I continued down the path of drinking beer and eating processed food, it was going to get to me and hurt me, and this was something far more important than beer. It was my health. It was being healthy and not getting healthy. I’ve been going full throttle ever since.

At the moment when I stopped drinking beer, I never gave that stuff a second thought or tried it again; I did it because I knew that beer was poison and that it wasn’t healthy. All of the research I’ve done on all the health issues related to alcoholism, nutrition, and health has made me realize that there’s absolutely nothing healthy about beer. I was never going to be able to get a good job when I started college unless I cut out alcohol; if I continued drinking and eating processed food, it would hurt me and my health.

            All my friends are doing it. People everywhere know the importance of not drinking beer. I don’t care if I have to live in a community with nothing but people who drink beer all the time. Beer sucks like crazy. It makes me sick, and it sucks away all my energy. It makes me a mess when I drink; I wake up in the middle of the night crying because I’m sick and feel so unwell. And the only thing that helps me sleep is when I go to a movie. My favorite is The Departed , a movie about a drunk driver who hits two teenage girls and then takes the joyride off a bridge.

I don’t want to go to movies, I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to socialize with people. I do my best to ignore everything around me, but even ignoring everything just makes me that much more sick. I feel like I’m going to end up in a lot of pain. Drinking beer is an addiction. Alcohol and beer are the only drugs I’ve ever loved. I love beer so much that the thought of even trying to change or quit my love for beer is like, what kind of a person does that, huh? But it’s the only choice I have right now; there are no other options, so I have to be honest with myself about why I want to stop. I’m living proof that you can go straight, stop drinking for good, and be healthy. I still crave beer, but at least I’m willing to do the work and put up with the pain of abstinence for a bit longer.

            I haven’t gotten drunk ever since I stopped, and the first two weeks that I started drinking again were the worst for me. It’s like the universe hates me, and doesn’t feel like it wants me to enjoy myself. But after that, I was better. After about a month of being sober, I started craving beer about five times a week; it’s like every time I drink a beer, it feels better in my stomach than before. The first few weeks after being sober were the most horrible years of my life because I didn’t know what was wrong with me, and it was a constant source of sadness and sadness that I was unable to control. But now I know how things get better, I know that I just have to trust myself. I’ll have an opportunity to come back to drinking when I really start wanting a lot of it, after I learn a bit more about how this works, and when I have a better idea of how to quit or change.