Not only did Jon jump on board immediately, having a solid understanding of my motives, interests and character, but he also fell into line when I suggested that, in the interest of team-building, we take a day to fast on beer as a trial run.
Last week while at a conference in Des Moines, we stopped by Beer Crazy and picked up a sixer of Bell’s Kalamazoo Stout. Our plan was to split it at work this week and go our own ways for an extra pint in the evening. He had slated himself for a Chimay Blue, while I arranged to meet my brother-in-law Kyle for a little billiards and Millstream’s 25th Anniversary Doppelbock.
6:45 a.m.: Started my day with a big glass of water
7 a.m.: I discover lots of doughnut money in my pants pocket and cringe that I can’t use if for its rightful purpose today
9:19 a.m.: Breakfast at the office with Jon–I’m feeling a little morning hunger, so I waste no time in drinking it
11:16 a.m.: I can feel hunger, but not the jittery feeling of too much coffee on an empty stomach, which happens from time to time for me
12:15 p.m.: “lunch” with Jon
2:07 p.m.: Our first moment of food discussion. We’re both hungry. Jon passed up on a sandwich earlier and I just can’t help but think that about three glazed doughnuts would set me right. Water to fill the tank and make me think I’m full…
3:01 p.m.: Beer #3, and the last of our shared workday experience. I have a little bit of a headache sneaking in.
Me: Are you sorry that you went along with this bright idea?
Jon: No. I’m just hungry.
5:15 p.m.: At Jake’s wrestling meet, Tom eats a bag of popcorn and moans that it’s not filling. “I’m hungry,” he says. Shut your gob hole, crosses my mind, but I don’t say it out loud.
6 p.m.: My final beer of the day with Kyle
7:22 p.m.: The boys’ beef and barley soup for dinner smells incredible–this is gonna be tough. The rest of my night is staying hydrated with water. Slight headache persists.
7:29: p.m.: I text Jon–
Me: How you holding up?
Jon: I gave in once I smelt fried chicken…I’m weak.
Out of boredom and avoidance of my normal routine of pacing for a snack–ice cream or chocolate chips–I stoke the fire and drift off to sleep a little early.
Forty-six days of this will be tough. Food is a central piece of my life. My friends, family, Facebook, Twitter and blog-ish buddies all toss out food bits. I dream about food; I read about food all the day long. At the end of the day, I’m hungry, but no worse than my normal coffee-for-breakfast-oops-I skipped-lunch brand of hunger. In fact, it was better, because I didn’t drink any coffee. But string 46 of these days together, with beer not being soaked up by food and it could add up. Four beers was fine; I look forward to weekends when I plan to drink five per day. That’ll fill me up!
This trial run went for 36 hours and the next morning I woke up less hungry than I had been the night before. It was a whopping fifteen minutes before I got around to making a PB & J. I felt a little weaker than normal and could feel my heart beating, sorta like when one’s a little nervous.
It went as well as I could have hoped, and I’m just ready to get this show on the road…