Interestingly, the calorie counts on food packaging are derived from the Atwater system (and later modifications) that estimate digestible calories from the amount of fat, protein and carbohydrates in each food item. These numbers are based on experimental research on food substitution and weight loss/gain done in the late 1800s and early 1900s. The calorie counts for alcohol are similarly based on the measurable amount of alcohol in each drink, except that the number used (7 kcal per g) was just a complete guess on Atwater’s part since they couldn’t do equivalent substitution experiments involving booze.
I am 35. I will absolutely regret this.
Yeah early 30s here… I’d probably wake up having to pee around 3am and then toss and turn until I need to wake up because of the glutamate rebound lol.
Should’ve stayed 22 😕
Fuck, why didn’t I try that
Invite after dark club only.
Damn, shouldnt have downloaded the latest update
Im in my 40s. Two beers is not enough for regret… But regret is normally the reason for two beers.
At 50 you regret reading the words “2 beers”
I’m nearly 50, is something gonna change next year?
Life starts … at 30
… to deteriorate …
Absolutely fair. Used to out put partying and sprain my ankle at 23 and get up the next day like nothing happened. by 35 that would take 2 days to get better. in my med 40’s i had to start strengthening exercises because i couldn’t stay off it long enough for it to recover on it’s own.
I wrecked my neck sleeping wrong once. Had to go get meds because it wasn’t getting immediately better the next day (nor the next two after). That’s the part about getting older that sucks. “Surprise your next hurts!”
I was at work late no one else there, sitting on the floor, emptying out a file cabinet. Sneezed and put my back out 9/10. No phone near-by, no people. Took me 30 minutes to get into a chair, then another 10 to work up to standing.
Left my bag there, just took my wallet/phone/keys and carefully wobbled out to the car, set the heated seats to kill and waited for the pain to subside enough to drive home.
My late 30’s early 40’s were the hardest. Since then i’ve been working on fixing the weak muscles f’ing up my ankles and letting my existing back damage get the best of me. I still get fucked just as hard by an injury, but i’ve gotten better at staying active and not getting injured
You just unlocked another memory. Doing some bleach cleanup of a wall that had animals in it (painted cinder block behind framing). 2 sections out of 6 completed, I threw my back out. I continued to finish the clean up in agony because I was so mad about the problem at hand. I need to focus more on my upper body and back (I run a lot, but that does close to nothing for core support).
I’m not quite 50 myself (also next year) but at this age it’s close enough. It could get worse, it could get better, but right now it’s hard to enjoy a couple of beers knowing how shitty you feel the next day.
Three hams will surely fill him.
Ham on, ham eater!
When i was in my 20s people always asked me how I stayed so skinny. “Have you tried being poor and being an alcoholic?”
A banana and a big handful of peanuts is a meal.
Add a porter or a stout and it’s a 3 course dinner.
Bananenweizen if you’re efficient
People stop at 2?
Start at 2
In this economy
Depends on the target and the social setting, and your tolerance.
At the bar? Hell no, we’re gonna get sloppy and tell jokes and laugh at each other.
At home, after a rough day at work, playing a board game, watching a show, 2 is just enough to imperceptibly lighten the dark clouds without impairing your cognition enough to fuck up the situation.
If that’s not enough
“Almost”
Time period is undefined, could be a week.
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I drink two beers in the morning, I drink two beers at night, I drink two beers in the afternoon, and then I feel alright!
I drink two beers in times of peace, and two in times of war; I drink two beers before I drink two beers, and then I drink two more!
My friends say I have a drinking problem. A drinking problem! What drinking problem? I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!
A 40 ounce to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good, even though I feel bad
Came here to say this, but in my heart I knew it had already been said.
Ahhhh, that’s where I went wrong, I was drinking 8 bourbons.
No, you’re doing it right. All 2 beers are gonna do is make me want more beer.
Wine Spodiodi for me.
PartyDrink alone as if it’s the Fifties.
The only acceptable substitution is 30-40 olives
Hold my beer, going back for more olive.
I cast acceleratum ulceratia!
They are called “glazen bokes” here, glass sandwiches.
Mine is rice cakes and seltzer. Fall asleep before hungry comes back.
You’re not a true beer connisuer unless you wake up positively shaking with excitement about having your next beer.
As a brain surgeon, I agree. *sips*
A trick as old as sumer
