Alcohol and Weight Gain: The Truth That No One Told You
You’re Not Fat. You’re Just Fcking Toxic.
Let’s not bullshit ourselves.
You don’t hate your body because of carbs.
It’s not the bread. It’s not the burrito.
And no — it’s not because you skipped leg day.
You feel heavy because you’re carrying poison.
In your blood. In your sleep. In your shame.
You’re not lazy — you’re overloaded.
Your body isn’t broken — it’s just busy cleaning up the chemical heartbreak you keep pouring down your throat every. single. weekend.
And you’re here because something isn’t adding up anymore.
Here’s the part nobody’s saying out loud:
Most people who think they “just need to get back in the gym” are still drinking more calories than they’re burning.
They’re not training — they’re trying to undo sin with sweat.
That’s not fitness. That’s desperation.
You don’t need another pre-workout.
You need a fcking break from the addiction that’s pretending to be “just weekend fun.”
Let’s break this part down.
Alcohol has 7 calories per gram.
That’s almost exactly the same as straight-up fat.
Let me say it again — alcohol chemically behaves like fat.
But worse.
See, when your body detects alcohol, your liver slams on the brakes for everything else.
Because alcohol isn’t food — it’s a toxin. A neurotoxin, to be exact.
It doesn’t get “digested.”
It gets triaged.
Your liver goes into crisis mode.
While you think that cute little ginger beer cocktail is “only 160 calories,”
what’s actually happening is your body is stopping fat burning completely.
Because it literally can’t break down alcohol and fat at the same time.
It has to choose.
And it always picks the poison.
So the burger you ate after your third margarita?
It gets stored.
The fries? Stored.
Even your damn protein shake the next morning? Stored.
Your liver doesn’t give a shit about your macros.
It cares about survival.
And if you’re drinking multiple times a week — even “moderately” —
your body hasn’t had a full day off in years.
Most people haven’t been fully, physiologically sober for decades.
Let me make this real for you.
At my worst, I was drinking every hour.
Every. Hour.
14 hours a day, shot after shot,
80,000 calories a month from alcohol alone.
I was sleeping all day.
Could barely keep food down.
Couldn’t even walk straight.
They pumped me with 19 vitamins a day, 3 bottles of lactulose a week, and a pharmacy’s worth of pills…
just to keep me alive.
My liver was so overworked, it stopped filtering toxins.
They told me I had ammonia in my brain.
I didn’t need a diet.
I needed to stop killing myself slow.
But you don’t have to go that far.
Here’s the truth you’ve been dodging:
You’re not overweight.
You’re overloaded.
You think your metabolism is to blame — it’s not.
You think you’re just “getting older” — you’re not.
Your organs are being held hostage.
By a drink that convinces you it’s harmless
while it quietly steals your energy, your confidence, your clarity… and your calories.
You’ve been trying to meditate in a burning building.
Tracking steps while ignoring the smoke in your bloodstream.
Take a breath.
Really —
Right now. In through your nose. Hold it.
Let it go slowly.
You’re still here.
That matters.
You might not feel strong.
You might not feel capable.
But you made it to this sentence without running from the truth.
That’s power.
And I’m not here to make you quit forever.
But I am gonna challenge you to care more than you have been.
About your liver. Your breath.
Your ability to burn fat, feel good, and love the skin you’re in again.
No more lying to yourself about what’s “just one drink.”
No more blaming your body for the war it didn’t start.
If you’ve never given your liver 4 straight days off,
you’ve never been fully sober.
Four days.
That’s all it takes to get your body clean enough
to start burning fat again — for real.
Four days where your liver can stop firefighting
and start doing the real healing it’s been begging to do for years.
You’ll lose weight.
Your skin will clear.
Your brain will actually feel like it’s online again.
And for once, your sweat will work.
This isn’t about perfection.
It’s about direction.
Choose less poison.
Feel more human.
If you’re ready for more truth like this — something real, something that doesn’t tell you to just “be stronger”…
I built something for people like us.
For when the silence is louder than the party ever was.
— Kohdi
