When I searched to find if I'd ever blogged about The Ice Cream Rule, I found that in 2008 I blogged: Wine needs to go the way of Ice Cream in my house. Yeah, uh, that didn't happen.
But starting with Fit October, I have expelled beer from my home. Like ice cream, I no longer buy beer and keep it in the house unless it's for a party or get-together. If I want to enjoy a beer, I enjoy it when I'm out.
For the record, The Beer Rule is MUCH, MUCH harder and suckier than The Ice Cream Rule. It was hard to say goodbye to an evening beer in front of the TV. Not so hard to say goodbye to the beer gut.