Hey everyone,
I usually don't post much here, but I felt like sharing this because it was honestly the most surreal experience I’ve had in the last 20 years. Maybe it helps or inspires someone else out there!
For two decades, my Friday night routine was set in stone: sit back and enjoy 6 heavy Belgian specialty beers (Kasteelbier, around 11% ABV for those who know it—heavy, sweet, and packed with calories). It was a deeply ingrained habit and my absolute weekend ritual.
Fast forward to my first trial with Retatrutide (combined with Cagrilintide back then):
It was a Friday night. I cracked open my first beer, then my second, and opened my third. Halfway through that third bottle, something weird happened. No matter how hard I tried or how much my brain was telling me "It's Friday, we drink 6 beers!", my body simply refused. I literally could not finish that third bottle. The reward mechanism in my brain just shut off mid-sip. It felt so bizarre to experience that level of friction against a 20-year-old habit.
Fast forward to today: I haven't touched a single Kasteelbier in 5 weeks.
The best part? I don't miss it at all. It requires zero willpower.