Waistline whine May 2, 2008
Nothing soothes and signals the day’s coming to a close like my nightly glass of red wine.
In the years since I’ve discovered this lovely evening ritual, I’ve wondered/worried/felt guilty about the caloric damage. Sure, every month when I open the newest issues of my fitness mags, I see blurbs about the cardiovascular and neurological benefits. And I know that a glass of red is a better caloric deal than a pitcherful of margaritas. The reality is, though, I’m a girl trying to avoid my genetic destiny to be overweight, and one glass sometimes leads to pantry noshing that wouldn’t take place if I were sipping hot tea with lemon. It’s the collateral damage that’ll get you.
Recently, though, I stopped drinking for a month, while continuing to eat relatively healthily and exercise four or more times a week. Imagine my surprise when the scale went up about 3 pounds - by all accounts it should have headed in the opposite direction. I attributed it to other things, but this week - all variables the same - I’ve gotten back to my habit and the scale settled back where it had been.
I guess I’ll jettison that guilt now . . .
