So the new alcomahol regime is firmly in place. I've cut way down on consumption, and I'm sticking to it. It's not the struggle it was at first. While I would like to have more, it's not the compulsion it was before. So that's good.
As to translating into weight loss -- who the fuck knows? My suit jacket closes better, I'm down a notch on my belt and could go another, but I don't look that different. Maybe in time, I guess. I never was a good judge at seeing these things.
It would help if I gave up the alcohol-free beer, I know, but I'm not ready to do that yet. The drive isn't that far gone.
The stationary bike seems to have fallen off the radar a bit. But part of that was taken over by shoveling snow (also exercise). However, there's also a real lack of time, I find. There's a little window to fit the bike in, between having done the dishes, and settling in for a bath. That little window is easily disrupted -- I'm the only one running my house, after all. And I'm not about to give up my nightly tub for anything. I may have cut down the booze, but I will not cut out the bath.
Dunno. I'll keep up with it, but it's the same old problem I always have with exercise -- I find it boring as shit. It's another form of work. And by eight at night, I've had it with work.