On September 1, a doctor told me my blood pressure and weight made me a GLP-1 candidate.

I eat healthy, exercise daily, and don't look like your typical obese guy, but my numbers say otherwise. I wrote about my confusion two weeks ago in a journal update titled I Swear I'm Not Fat, But a Doctor Recommended I Try Wegovy.

It's been 16 days since my doctor's appointment and 19 since I last had a beer. I've tried replacing my weekend beer drinking with walking around my neighborhood. I'm a strong runner and know I can kick up the intensity, but given the September heat and humidity in South Florida, I'm taking a slower approach for now.

I completed a 13-week workout program at home by celebrity super trainer Amoila Cesar called 645 and started another by the same super trainer called Chop Wood Carry Water.

I'm happy to report my numbers are trending down and I feel healthy.

My blood pressure has consistently read 120 or lower systolic and 80 or lower diastolic. The scale shows a steady decrease too, from a high of 230 pounds in early September to 222 pounds today.

That's a good rate, at least according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

"People who lose weight at a gradual, steady pace—about 1 to 2 pounds a week—are more likely to keep the weight off than people who lose weight quicker," the CDC says.

I've recently talked with my therapist about my curiosity about overall sobriety. I admitted to her I've never been the kinda guy who can have one beer. In fact, it's easier for me to abstain from alcohol entirely than to limit myself to just one.

If I drink a beer, I'm going to want another, and another. I'll rationalize my way to six 16-ounce beers because it doesn't matter to me until I'm full. My bloodwork, blood pressure, and weight have shown me that the amount of beer absolutely matters.

I've been learning more about how alcohol affects the body. One 12-ounce lager takes about an hour for your liver to filter. During that time, your metabolism focuses on that drink's calories and carbs before it burns off anything else you've eaten.

That means if I'm at the Yard House having my usual two to three 24-ounce "Give 'em Helles" lagers while eating off the light 600-calorie menu, that food is just sitting there, turning into body fat, likely around my belly.

That additional fat around my vital organs and heart can lead to serious health concerns tied to high lipids (bad cholesterol), blood pressure, and glucose levels, including heart attack, stroke, and diabetes.

Again, I know I can't have one beer right now. So for now, that means none.

I have a trip to Disney World planned with my family this weekend. Disney World is a place my wife and I love; we always try new drinks in EPCOT and hit up signature dining spots around the property. The last time I stayed sober was July 2023, during our Disney babymoon, five months before our daughter Radley was born.

My goal is to report back at my next therapy appointment next Thursday. I'd love for my next health update to show I stayed strong and actually lost weight during my September family Disney vacation.