There was a time when I thought my workouts could outrun my wine habit.I’d crush a spin class, lift weights, eat my greens, and still end every night with a glass of red because I earned it. It was my ritual, my reward, my reset button. Except… it wasn’t. Because when you peel back the idea of “balance,” what’s really happening is that alcohol quietly unravels the progress you work so hard for. Not in an obvious way, it’s subtle. It’s in the bloat that won’t leave. The mornin