I feel good, other than sore muscles from my workout. Even though I had five beers yesterday, I'm not hungover or dehydrated in the least. Spacing them out, choosing lower abvs, and drinking a lot of water helped me avoid getting drunk.
I'm falling into a pattern of blogging two times for each day on the diet, so people interested in following my progress need to scroll down so they don't miss any updates.
Stool report - It's official. I'm the worlds fattest infant. At least, that's what my poop looks like: small, black, and soft.
Today is going to be a fun one. I'm going to Three Floyds Brewery in Indiana with my longtime friend George, to do a tour and talk beer with the brewers.
I'll post that raw footage tonight or tomorrow. In the meantime, here's another clip from yesterday.
WARNING! In this clip I tell the true story about the death of my dog. So if you're a pet lover, or particularly sensitive, have some hankies ready.