I told myself “just a couple beers won’t hurt”

I’ve been sober for a while.

Yesterday I walked past a brewery. Friday afternoon.

That voice popped up again: “You can handle two.”

So I did.

Just two. Didn’t get drunk. Didn’t do anything stupid.

Old me would’ve had 6–8 without even thinking, so this felt… fine at the time.

But I woke up at 4am. Wide awake.

Stared at the ceiling for an hour.

Couldn’t fall back asleep.

Today I feel foggy. Kind of heavy. A little anxious for no real reason. Just off.

Nothing dramatic happened.

But it still messed with me more than I expected.

I’m 40 now and my body clearly doesn’t bounce back like it used to.

Didn’t think two beers would hit like this, but here we are.

Anyone else notice this?

Does “just a couple” feel different now?

IWNDWYT.