One of the side effects of having lost more than 120 pounds is my drinking ability. I used to be able to knock back six or eight beers and not feel a whole lot. Nowadays, I'm an embarrassment to my former drinking self (although my former drinking self was an embarrassment to my current running self).
I had a beer yesterday before dinner. I felt it. Right away, actually. One beer.
Now, yesterday was a light-eating day for me. For breakfast I had an energy bar. I went to the gym and ran for 40 minutes, biked another 15 and had an orange afterward. Lunch was a meatball sub and some pineapple. PM snack was an orange, and I was doing well while cooking the Steak Fajitas we had for dinner (look out for that next Sunday!) I did well to avoid nibbling at stuff, mostly the cheese I was grating.
Then my wife showed up with a six-pack of beer. So I cracked one open. I wasn't halfway through when I felt it. There wasn't much in my stomach to soak it up apparently and my overall tolerance is a lot lower now than before so alcohol hits me a lot harder these days.
I didn't recover. I wasn't like stammering around or anything but I was especially tired after dinner and called it a night somewhat early.
But hey, don't let that stop you from inviting me for a round of beers. If I know I'm going to drink, I'd probably eat a little more beforehand to ensure that my stomach can absorb the alcohol, since my lightweight self can't do the job on its own.