I am 40 pounds overweight at 225. weighed 293 when I had 5 way bypasses in 2002. I am an addict of sugar and sweets and potatoes and all things carb,
I am 77 I worked with a few thousand drug addicts and alcoholics. I have been to 3 diabetes classes and read every thing. My knowledge about heart and sugar is extensive
I was raise in a family coming out of the depression if you had food and were overweight that was a sign of affluence. And you ate what was piut on your plate.
Yet, I have not controlled enough to do what I need to do and my life is a roller coaster Sometimes very good, sometimes very bad and everywhere in between. But at 77 I’m not sure I want to bite the bullet. I have lost 47 pounds and more in my life and regain most of it.
I can overwhelm medication like ozempic which is supposed to curb appetite. I can lie to my self. But do what it takes on an onging basis, not yet.
When my beloved cat was eighteen, the vet told me that I had to switch her to this special diet, or she would die. The cat didn’t like it. I thought, it’s her life. If she enjoys a particular food and it’s bad for her, it’s her life and her joy. Who am I to make her remaining time miserable. She lived another four years, which is quite elderly for a cat. All the bad things the vet said would happen, happened. But she enjoyed life as much as was possible. I got a lot of purring and love right to the last day. I thought this was a valuable life lesson.
If you’re 77, you’ve made it. You have outlived literally millions upon millions of humans throughout history. Try to be reasonable, but if dieting makes you more miserable and eating what you want gives you satisfaction, it’s your life. Live it the way you enjoy. Nothing is worse than living but being in constant misery.